The first frames of the world were hazy, but his voice was not muffled. It was the sharpest, clearest sound Arabella's ears had ever caught.
His cries filled her world… With life, warmth and things she believed were already at her fingertips.
The little angel screamed at the top of his lungs as though indignant at something he had yet the power to expose.
"Belle?" Arthur was the first to address her, his face right by hers, "There you go… I knew… I knew you weren't giving up," his voice cracked around many syllables, "I knew you weren't leaving us,"
Tears streamed down his cheeks, eyes so red one would believe salt had been rubbed into them.
"Baby…," she muttered through her still strained throat, "Where is my baby?" that was her first question.
"Oh Lord! It happened again! Just like before!" Ada too had those puffy eyes that announced the happening during her absence, "You are back!" she shrieked.
