Title: He Has Your Eyes

Author: FraidyCat

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em – but wanna cuddle 'em.

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A/N: I still have a lot of "Eye" titles in my head, so here's a Oneshot for Ya

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"He has your eyes."

Margaret sounded disappointed, and Alan was momentarily insulted.

"I thought you liked my eyes."

She pulled her attention away from the infant in her arms and looked at Alan. She offered him a tired smile.

"I do, sweetheart. I love your eyes. The spark of humour that's always there. The compassion that clouds them sometimes. They hold a gentle wisdom." She shifted in the hospital bed. "I completely adore your eyes."

He leaned over a little from his position on the edge of the bed and peeked at the baby again. He had to admit, he found if somewhat disconcerting. Only hours old, and this child held so much of his heart. The little one stared back at him.

"Then I'm not seeing the problem. Do you think he will ever blink?"

She laughed softly. "Silly." She looked at him fondly, then back to the child. "It's just that Donnie has your eyes. I was hoping this one would have mine."

He was surprised. "You think Donnie has my eyes?"

"Of course."

"Why have you never mentioned that?"

She shrugged, looking at the baby again.

"I thought it might go to your head."

He laughed a little, traced his fingers over the little boy's face.

"I'm sorry to say he also has my nose."

He was waiting for her to protest, and was taken aback a little when she said, "He'll grow into it."

The baby was still staring at Alan.

"Back to the eyes. If they're mine, do you think they'll turn brown?"

She thought of the surprising mass of hair already on the infant's head.

"That would go well with his coloring. I would like that. If he can't have my eyes."

"Maybe he has something else of yours."

She regarded the baby carefully, then looked back at Alan.

"I don't think so. Your eyes, your nose…his own mouth…" She let out of little sigh.

He brushed a hand through her hair.

"No, really. In his eyes. I see something…different. As if he's already got a secret, and he's just waiting for the rest of us to catch up. It reminds me of you."

She smiled.

"Really?" She tried to look back into the baby's eyes, but he had fallen asleep. She couldn't stop herself from lowering her head to sniff in the aroma of this, her newborn. She lifted her head and smiled at Alan again. "He is special. Of course he's special. Just like Donnie is special. They're ours."

Alan would have smiled back, but he was already smiling. He hadn't stopped smiling for most of the day.

"Can I hold him?"

Her eyes glistened.

"Of course." She let him take the boy from her arms, and leaned back on the pillows. She was tired, and the baby was safe, in Alan's arms. She closed her own eyes, knowing that Alan would hold him gently, lovingly…yet strongly. She fell asleep, believing that Alan would always take care of her baby.