Thy Lord's Son Part VII

His name was Joseph.

"We are to be married, John." She told me.

I sat down. I couldn't believe this.

I delivered her child. I held her hand those nine months.

I loved her.

Looking down at the ground this was just unbelievable to me.

She placed her hand sympathetically on my back, me simply enjoying the warm feel of her body.

"John..."

I knew she'd be speechless.

I had kissed her, anyway. I deserved this.

Standing I couldn't bear to stay. I just needed to get away from everything...

Walking up to the crib, though, I looked down at him. He was the cutest child I had ever seen, even cuter than my younger brother Thomas.

Gently I touched his head, him giggling at the cool feel of my fingers.

I kissed his head lightly, "Good night and good life, my son," I refused to cry, "Mary's a wonderful woman, and she shall be an even more excellent mother."

I turned to the door, begging in my head for her to grab my arm and tell me she changed her mind. I begged for her to tell me I could raise him with her, or at least see him.

But no.

Mary didn't.

And I lost her.