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44<br />
Eilis Arwen O'Neal<br />
He had started to reach for Hyacinth, but I got there first. Pulling him into my<br />
arms, I cried, “When? When are we going to have a baby? We’ve been trying for so<br />
long and it’s not working! This might be the only baby we ever get.”<br />
“We’ll have a baby,” he replied doggedly. “Our own baby. A—”<br />
“A fey baby,” I finished for him. “But what if we didn’t? Did you ever think of that?<br />
What if we had a human baby? Would you want to give that one away, too?”<br />
Hyacinth woke with a start and immediately began crying.<br />
“Gwen,” Sylvan said over the wailing. “We’re taking the baby to Children’s<br />
Services. I’m not going to discuss this anymore.”<br />
He had actually taken a step to the door, so sure that I would follow him, when I<br />
heard someone say, “No.” It was a moment before I realized it was me.<br />
“Guinevere,” Sylvan said.<br />
Hyacinth hiccuped and stopped crying, pressing his face into my neck. His hot<br />
tears burned my neck like tiny flames. “I’m not giving him up,” I said. “I don’t care<br />
what you say.”<br />
Magic flared around us. Wind howled through the house and a gnawing cold<br />
assailed the room. Sylvan had disappeared, the diaper bag thumping to the ground<br />
where he had stood. Scooping it over my shoulder, I ran into the bedroom and ripped<br />
open my top dresser drawer. With my one free hand I reached into the back left corner<br />
and spoke the charm cued to my voice. A wallet popped into existence. Grabbing it,<br />
I shoved it into the bag and raced into the entry hall.<br />
Sylvan was waiting for me. He had let the trappings of humanity, the glamor that<br />
keeps humans from going a little mad when they see the Folk, drop. His suit was<br />
gone, replaced with dark robes and a cape of smoke. His hair, normally short and<br />
clean-cut, brushed his shoulders in wild, snake-like locks. I had to squint to look at<br />
him. He was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen.<br />
“Give the baby to me,” he said.<br />
I know a compulsion spell when I hear one. They’re illegal for anyone but a cop,<br />
though that didn’t stop Sylvan. But even knowing what was going on, I found myself<br />
holding Hyacinth out. Sylvan stepped forward, and his features softened, reverted to<br />
the face I knew. “Gwen, I—” he said in his normal voice.<br />
The spell loosened in that second and I snatched Hyacinth back towards myself.<br />
“Get out of the way, Sylvan,” I yelled. “I’m leaving—”<br />
I didn’t finish the sentence. In the same instant, Hyacinth was magically ripped<br />
from my arms and I flew backwards into the wall. The breath knocked out of me, I<br />
felt my head slam against something sharp, heard the crack of breaking glass. As I<br />
crumpled to the floor, I could feel something wet dripping down the back of my head,<br />
and when I touched my fingers there they came away red.<br />
Sylvan set Hyacinth down on the floor and rushed towards me. The glamor was<br />
gone; he looked the way he had when I married him: beautiful and fey, but like something<br />
real, something you could touch. “Gwen, I’m sorry,” he said as he cradled me<br />
against him. “I didn’t mean to.”<br />
The pain was making my vision blur and my ears buzzed shrilly. I tried to say<br />
Hyacinth, but was brought up short by a soft bump on my hand. Slowly, I opened my