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Cloud Mattress

Roy never did know what half the drugs Ed was on when he first left the hospital were; all

he knew was that those very first few weeks were bad beyond coping, bad beyond

endurance, and he'd never seen Ed so unlike Ed since . . .

But that one bottle of pills got flushed quite quickly, and Ed's energy picked up, Ed's eyes

lit for the squirming bundle of his son, Ed was actually physically capable of coherently

caring for him. But he had no chance to rest, no chance to take a breather, while drug-

fuddled and exhausted he cared for the baby and while coming dazedly out of the drug-

haze he cared for the baby and Maes innocently ate away his energy like the endless

bottles of milk he emptied, starving baby bird born far too soon and hungry.

And if Roy woke before Ed . . .

He liked to wake before Ed. Liked to watch Ed's sleeping face, brush tenderly and guiltily

his sunken eye-shadows, smooth back his hair, lay little kisses over his cheekbones. He

liked to lay a hand on Ed's still-rounded waist and feel the warmth of him, the rise-and-

fall of the life of him, and think Mine, mine, mine. He felt leonine, he felt Father, he felt

like prowling the boundaries of his domain to scare off dangers and predators, he felt

enormous and ancient and brutal and strong. Mine. Mine. Mine.

And when he pulled himself from the bed, crept from the room, crept to the nursery - he

picked up the sleeping bundle of his mystery of a son. Maes had opened his eyes now, and

if Roy could have admitted it to himself, he had wished that it would be a familiar glaring

golden gaze he revealed. Not just because Ed's eyes were so damn beautiful and ought to be

passed on . . . but because that would give him a legitimate reason for not understanding

Maes' gaze . . .

He carried the tiny, warm, flannelette-bundled body through to their room, to such an

infinitely wide bed for such a little baby bird, and peeled back the covers a little, and

placed Maes within wriggling distance of Ed.

And Ed would sleep through all of Roy's whispers and touches and caresses, but at the

shift and squirm and noise of his son he would open his eyes in a second, bright gold

focusing instantly on the body next to his, body of his body. And he would smile .

And Roy would lose his heart all over again.

Ed's fingers tickled over Maes' stomach. "Good morning little love, little dove," he

murmured, hopeless with happiness, smiling, smiling, smiling at Maes. "How did you get

all the way up here, did you fly? Did you sleep well, baby? Good morning . . ."

And he would nuzzle nose to nose, kiss the tiny forehead, blow a raspberry into wispy

blond hair, and as Maes gave a stuttered laugh he would say, "Breakfast then, since you

had such a long flight, didn't you, baby?"

And when he sat, lifting his son, hair gone crazed with sleep but eyes still soft and

drowsy . . .

Roy felt the force and the depth of Yours, yours, yours.

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