But I Am Free
The last thing he'd ever expected to do was bring a child home. It was one thing if they were his Padawan, but this was different. Drastically different. He glanced down to the boy he'd bundled up, the boy he carried in his arms. He was still asleep, still would be for a while Kahlil imagined, but it was, as ever, his face. Fuller and healthier than Kahlil had been at that age, but him none the less. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that the boy seemed to grow a consciousness on his own.
Perhaps that was a blessing.
He stepped into his home, lifting his gaze to look directly at Valery. She already knew everything, but he still couldn't help but smile sheepishly.
"Hey. I'm uh, home."
Valery Noble