Sapphire Ink

Condemning kinfolk to merciless negative hermitage.

Serendipity

Bowing to a despot is no life for me.

The Knight of Sapphire

I'll love you like no one could.

Can't get enough, But I want it so much

It had been a long time coming, the night in which Caitlyn and Jack would finally hold in their arms the product of their love and need for each other. Though the thought of them coming together in a relationship confused and even appalled most, they both knew that there was something that laid deep beneath the surface. Almost a full year had come and gone before they truly understood that they would go a step further and kindle the fledgling flame of life. After an hour in the delivery room, draped in surgical garb, Jack did his best to make his beloved feel at ease throughout the process. As Caitlyn cried and yelled through it all, he was there to soothe and console his love. Then…it happened. The raven haired beauty gave one final agonizing shriek before laying her head onto the medical table below. “She isn’t breathing! Quickly! Stabilize the child!”, yelled the obstetrician. Jack looked away from her to glance over to the gathering crowd of physicians intent on saving their newborn baby girl. Within moments, the child was spared from a grim fate, being able to breathe the liberating breath of life. From his frantic expression, Jack gave a sigh of relief. It was soon cut short. A slender and clammy hand extended to barely grip his scrub-lined forearm. It was that of his lover, Caitlyn. It was clear to anyone that looked upon her that she was fading. And fast. She was pallid, sweating profusely and shivering. Glancing to the lower side of the table, the man noted the gathering pool of crimson that would forever be burned into his psyche. As he noticed, so did the staff and they tried to push him away from her, but he refused to move. His hand went to cup hers while another ran through her hair. “It’s okay, Cait. Try not to strain yourself much, hun. It’ll all be okay…” The sound escaping his lips were wavering and full of blind hope. Tears flooded his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks in a never ending torrent of sorrow. Caitlyn mouthed something, nowhere near audible under the symphony of haste and urgency that filled the room. Whatever it was, it was lost to the air, never to be recorded by any living soul. The feeble grip that remained upon his hands faded as her arm became heavier in the absence of life. “Time of death?” “2:48 A.M.” Just like that, she was gone. The only person that mattered in his pitiful life, the only one that truly cared for him and believed in him, was now lost to the eventual cold grasp of death. Jack lurched forward, being overcome with grief and the severity of his loss sinking in.  As he was tapped on the shoulder by one of the personnel, he tried his best to straighten his posture and compose himself. It wasn’t perfect, but it sufficed. “Sir, I am sorry for your loss, but your daughter needs a name.”, spoke the nurse as she gave him the firmly bound newborn. She was the most beautiful creature he had even laid his eyes on. Glancing over her minuscule features, he noted a small lock of hair that fell from her head and ended like a hook; Caitlyn had the exact same lock of hair.  He looked upon Caitlyn’s pale and motionless face. The was a small smile there, almost as if she came to terms with the end.”She isn’t just my daughter. She’s our daughter.” Tears welled up in his eyes once more as his focus cycled between the two. “Her name will be Caitlyn. Just like her mommy.” The last word was strained, making him sob and bringing the newborn close to his chest gently. Jack spoke softly, barely a whisper in the air. “Can you believe it, Caitlyn? I’m a Daddy now, and you’re a Mommy.”                       ”We did it…”                                                               ”We did it…”