And there it is: he's holding his son in his arms. A warm, tiny weight, settled against his chest. Jess (and, looking at him, Raylan knows that his name is Jess) doesn't cry, not at first. He just stares.
"He's fine, baby," he says, quietly. "He's beautiful."
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Date: 2012-04-18 06:56 pm (UTC)"He's fine, baby," he says, quietly. "He's beautiful."