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She hasnât shown her face in years.
And somewhere deep insideâbecause heâs one of the ones who know her best, because he bears a scar from their first year of flying from her and because he still feels a phantom soreness in his arm where she used to hit him even to this dayâthat she probably never will show her face again.
Jay admits, he was angry at first. His mouth had dropped when his owl returned with his and Minâs wedding invitation in its beak and it was only then did he realise that Bekah never really told him where she was going. He stashed away that broom she gave him the night she left and felt a flash of underlying resentment when his former captain did not carry the intended spot of being his Best (Wo)man on his happiest day in his life thus far. And he feels it again now, when he did not see her face amongst the visitors who came to greet his son.
âHeâs perfect, you know,â Min says with an exhausted smile on her face. Her hair is matted with sweat and there are dark circles under her eyes, but Jay swears sheâs the most beautiful thing in the world.
âHe really is,â he says, his grin nearly breaking his face in half.
Heâs carrying his first child in his arms, and letting out shaky breaths as he stares down at the new life his wife bore him. He canât believe how small the infant was, his little hand barely capable of clutching on to Jayâs index finger. The childâs grip on his pointer lets Jay know that one day, when he has grown, heâll be stronger than anyone though.
Jay tries to take his hand back and chuckles when his son refuses.
No doubt, heâll be stubborn, too.
âYou should rest, Min,â he suggests to his wife, and though she initially opens her mouth to protestâbecause Min was like thatâshe flashes him another tired smile and nods slightly.
âYeah, I guess I can do with a nap.â
Jay grins his usual cheesy smile. âYeah⌠you did do some hard labour there.â
He steps back to avoid the slap Min aims for his shoulder.
âGoodnight, Jay,â she says, her voice displaying mock exasperation as she rolls her eyes at her husband. The smile threatening the corner of her lips and the way her eyes close as sleep overtakes her makes Jayâs heart flutter a bit.
âGoodnight, Min,â he says softly. He looks down to the sleeping child in his arms. âGoodnight, to you, too, Heejun.â
In Heejunâs sleep, his arm flails out to smack his fatherâs face, as if it were a punishment for his awful pun moments before, and Jay is momentarily incapacitated by his memories. Lifting a hand up to his cheek, he tries to remember just why a wave of dĂŠjĂ vu washed over him.
He almost laughs out loud when he realises it.
Rebekah Kim hasnât shown her face in years.
Yet his son was turning out just like his godmother.
Elsewhere, a brunette witch feels the urge to smile and she does not know the reason why.
