The word shocked him.
She just couldn't be pregnant. It wasn't fair! Of course he would love the baby. That was the problem. He couldn't bear to bring someone else he loved into this madness. It was bad enough that Veronica had to be there, but a baby? No. He couldn't bear it if he lost someone else.
They would leave, then. He would take Veronica and the baby away. Someplace else, someplace safe. Manhattan, perhaps.
Mom would be upset, of course, but there was nothing he could do about that. They had to leave. To keep the baby safe.
That would be that baby's name. It was a good name, pretty.
It meant from the border, which fit, because she would grow up to be on the border between everafters and normal people.
He held little Sabrina in his arms for the first time and smiled. His baby.
Five years later, Ronnie was pregnant again, and he watched as his baby went off to kindergarten. It was hard to see the little girl he cared about so much walk off to an unknown, a place she could be hurt. He almost ran after her, to protect her, to bring her back, but Veronica grabbed his arm and held it, smiling.
"She'll be fine."
And he knew that, it was just hard to let go of his baby.
Daphne was born, and Sabrina stared at the dark-haired infant in her father's arms.
"it's so tiny!" was her first comment.
She still looked worried.
"what's wrong?" he asked.
"what's gonna happen to me now? you have another baby now."
He almost laughed. "sweetheart, you'll always be my baby."
And it was true. Sabrina was the first, and she was special. She would always be his baby.
And five years after that, as he drifted off into a sleep he could not resist, his last thought was of his baby, his little Sabrina.
Not so little anymore. That was his first thought when he woke up again.
He didn't know how much time had passed, all he knew was that he had to get home, had to protect his babies from whatever might happen without him there.
And then he saw them. Daphne didn't look much different, the same small laughing girl with the dark braids, but Sabrina, his baby, what had happened?
She stood there, staring at him, and her face was so different. Harder, without the humor that had been there before. Sadder, too. And older looking. More mature. he was instantly sorrowful at the loss of his baby girl's innocent look.
He didn't like Puck.
It was obvious that Sabrina did, but he couldn't stand the way that boy looked at his baby, his Sabrina.
Of course, she almost wasn't his Sabrina anymore. So much had happened over the two years he had been asleep it was impossible to fathom. But she would always be his baby, his headstrong baby who always took risks, because she couldn't help it. It was her nature.
And here she was, taking another risk. Going to rescue her sister from who knows what. And he couldn't follow her.
"be careful." He whispered in her ear, giving her a hug.
"dad, I'm not a little girl anymore." She laughed. "I can take care of myself."
"I know." He said, watching as she left. "but you'll always be my baby."