It was 12:20 when the men heard the first cry from the new life in the bedroom. Both men jumped up and ran to the door, and it opened just as they got...there. The midwife came out, holding a new baby boy. She led the men back into the room to visit with Elsie while the midwife got the baby cleaned up.When the two men got to Elsie, she was still covered with sweat, but both men bumped heads as they leaned over to kiss her. All three laughed, and Beau moved back to allow John the first kiss. John. "I'm so sorry you got hurt helping me." What were you thinking trying to fight four grown men, anyway?" my momchided.I managed a weak little shrug, not really sure how I'd thought that wasa good idea at the time either. "Just had to help, I guess. Whathappened anyway? The end of the fight is sorta hazy for me." You were stabbed, Sam," my mom answered. "The doctors say you would'vedied if Amy hadn't been there to heal you." Amy?" I repeated the name as a question."That would be me," the. You look up into blue-upon-blue eyes. It is a woman. And she’s beautiful. Her skin, like her hands, is a gorgeous tanned caramel-brown. Her nose is small, her eyes large and an intensely deep blue. Free of her helmet, her hair is short and pale blonde, the colour of white gold. There’s a dusting of freckles across her nose and beneath her eyes. She seems a few years older than you, but you’re not sure just how much. She’s also very tall, so tall she’s actually quite imposing. Her cheeks take on. I was furious with him for hurting Mom, though, and that’s why I didn’t miss him. His other wife claimed the body and buried him. We didn’t even go to the funeral. The “system” is pretty heartless in situations like this. To the law, it’s all black and white, and the shades of gray that are “the other family” are ignored completely.The exception was our university family. Granted, they didn’t know all the details, but they gave us both time off to go to what they thought of as our “home”..