She was beautiful and healthy and she was theirs. She had her mother’s bright, blue eyes, and the second Fraser stared down into them, not long after she had been born, he was completely taken; he never even stood a chance. Ray didn’t fare any better, and watching him as he held her for the first time had been one of the single most amazing sights Fraser had ever seen. And, now, they got to take her home.
The drive to the apartment was mostly quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence at all, just the silence of a long couple of days, some lingering shock and an all around feeling of contentment. Fraser’s hand didn’t leave Ray’s knee very often, and his eyes were practically glued to the car seat reflected in the rear view mirror.
When they pull up to the building, Fraser lets Ray see to getting Robin out, grabbing the baby bag and locking the car after him. He holds the front and elevator doors as needed, fishing his keys out once they’re on their floor and unlocking the door, swinging it open. He smiles at Ray and steps to the side, gesturing for him to head in.
It was surreal; they’d left the apartment one way and had returned another, as a family. And maybe it wasn’t typical, as far as families went, but what it was, was his.