Chapter Text
“Moira?” Alistair whispered to his sleeping wife. No response came, so he slipped from the bed gently as not to disturb her and padded his way to the small nursery that adjoined their room. He slipped his hands under the small sleeping infant, quickly blinking his eyes to fight back tears. When Alistair raised him up to his chest, Duncan opened his eyes to look at his father.
“Hello little one, it’s just Papa. I just wanted to see you,” Alistair said and Duncan gurgled happily.
They stared at one another for several minutes before Alistair spoke again, barely choking back tears. “You are loved. You will always be loved. I want you to have all the things I never had in life, and your mother and I will always be here for you,” he said, stroking the side of Duncan’s small face and tracing the edge of his ever so slightly tipped ears.
“Yes, we will,” came Moira’s sleepy voice from behind him and Alistair turned his head to smile at her, his expression full of love.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said.
“It’s okay. I do this too sometimes.” She walked up closer to tweak Duncan’s cheek, and he gurgled louder, reaching for her with pudgy little hands. “Are you hungry Duncan? Is that it?” Alistair placed him in her arm carefully, and she pushed her robe to the side to allow Duncan to feed.
“I love you. I love you both, so much,” Alistair said.