[Koda's POV] Our Little Boy

Even as I thought about it, I was beginning to tear up.

 

It was hard enough having Nina go to college! Now Blake...my little boy...my little chef...was all grown up and going to college too. Now Nina was off being a mother, and Blake was just cusping life outside his home. Although I know better. This wasn't his home. It was a cage that kept him torn off from the rest of the world.

 

I always silently hated myself for doing that.

 

I saw the looks he gave me after watching Nina trot off to Rekinjutsushi High. He hated me for not letting him spread his wings. But I could tell he was still budding! His butterfly wings were delicate, and I was afraid that the outside world would rip them right off. But now his wings are strong and study, and it's time for him to fly.

 

He's 18 now. I just need to keep reminding myself.

 

I lean back in my chair, closing my eyes and reminescing about the past. I whisked myself back to the hospital on the night Blake was born. The smells of assorted medicines is strong. I look down, and my hands are covered in blood. Suddenly all enegry is sapped from my body, and all I want to do is sleep. But then my doctor...Dr. Hiromu...places a newborn baby in my hands. I'm scared to make direct contact, for the blood on my hands would ruin its soft white skin. "Its a boy," she says, and I grin. He's so small...so adorable...

 

I open my eyes, and I'm back in my living room, clutching onto the chair's armrests. Now Blake was no longer a newborn...he was an 18 year old man who couldn't wait to find his place in the world. Good for him. I sure hope he finds it.

 

"You okay?"

 

I look over at my husband, who's smiling away at me. "Yeah I'll be alright...It's just hard having an empty nest, y'know?" I reply as I take his hand and smile. His shoulders relax, and I mentally try to transfer the memory of Blake's birth to him. However, if he got it, he shows no emotion as she squeezes my hand tight. "You did this when Nina went away too. Don't worry, he'll visit on vacations," he says. I sigh.

 

"I sure hope you're right, Ed."