Kevin smiled proudly over his wife and little boy as Lavinia snapped the picture. "Well this little guy needs a name," he said looking again to his son.
Kevin smirked. "Ha ha. Your mama is very funny isn't she?" he asked the baby. Luke just looked at him clenching and unclenching the blanket in his hand. Lavinia at that moment came in with a camera. "Smile!"
I don't know what the fastest I've driven Dixie has been. But I can bet it was going down hill somewhere offroad. That's a lot of fun. Would I go up in the space shuttle? I don't think so. I think I'd miss my family too much. *putting an arm around each of her two cousins*
Lavinia looked at the baby. "Well...I suppose you could always name him after his father...though one Kevin is enough for any family..." she added teasingly so her younger brother-in-law could hear. "Hey now..." said Kevin smiling.
Thunder boomed outside and as if on cue Luke whimpered a little. "He knows he don't like thunder," put in Lavinia. Kevin's voice could be heard from the other room yelling, " I'm a daddy!" Lavinia chuckled. "Guess we know where he gets his mouth from...."
"S'a fine lookin' boy you got there Rebecca..." said Lavinia softly. As if Luke kew he was the subject of the conversation he quieted, his hands clutching the blanket tightly.
****Flashback**** Luke lay amongst the blankets crying at the top of his lungs. "Well...his lungs work," said Lavinia with a smile to her sister-in-law who held the baby close to her, trying to quiet him.
Luke noticed it too. Especially now, that he was closer to the age his father had been. He bit his lip realizing forthe first time, how hard it must have been on Jesse to raise a boy who was a constant reminder of the brother he lost.
Daisy bent over the book looking. "Aww Luke...look at all those dark curls of yours...you were so cute..." Luke flushed a little, not really paying attention to the bright eyed dark haired baby clenching the blanket in his tiny fists. Instead his eyes rested on his momma and daddy and the expressions on their faces.
Luke looked at the picture, his hand reaching out to it instinctively, as if rying to connect to the parents he had known. "They look happy," he observed.
Luke swallowed. He never had understood why he had been born on the farm. He tried to imagine what the day was like, but it was hard. He could imagine a stormy day, but nw, even the memories he had of his parents were vague.