"I didn't lock this…" He caressed his son's feathered, smooth black wings as he spoke. "…because I don't like you, Angel. I did it because I don't want this to happen to you." He pointed to the drawing again. "You are special to your mama and me, you know. And we love you, son. Don't ever let anyone tell you we don't."
Angel looked into his father's black eyes. This time, there was no anger nor hostility, but instead deep, innocent trust. "Papa..." he called softly as he moved to stand on unsteady feet and then wrapped his little arms around his father's neck to hug him tightly.
Rohan smiled as he wrapped his strong arms around the small body pressed against him, lifting his eyes to his wife, who was watching them with a tearful smile. He opened his other arm and pulled her into the embrace, kissing her hair tenderly. "I love you," he whispered softly, causing her to press her nose into his neck and kiss his skin gently.
"I love you, too..." she whispered back.
