“Another little girl, just like you predicted,” Arian sniffled, shifting the babe slightly so Cullen could see her properly.
Heavy tears welled in the man’s eyes as he took in the sight of their daughter, so small and precious in her mother’s loving embrace. Carefully he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the light, curling hair on the crown of her head, the baby letting out a pitiful whine in protest.
“Would you look at her,” he whispered, delicately running a finger along the soft curve of her ear, “So beautiful.”
A scene from my post-Trespasser fic, “Return to Clan Lavellan.”
Just felt like experimenting, idk.