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Maes Walks

Roy was late home - Roy was always late home, now - and it was the first time that at the

front door he heard the sound of laughter. For a second he remembered - the weeks

after weeks after weeks of being greeted by the sound of crying, every night, day after

day after long, weary, draining day . . .

But laughter, Ed's laughter, breathless and inexhaustible, and golden light through the

frosted window into the early evening dark, and this was home. All he had to do to gain

entry was turn the handle.

He opened the door and Ed, crouched down, came backwards down the hallway towards

him in a strange crab-scuttle yelling, "Look! Look at him! He's walking, Roy, look at him

go!"

And out of the kitchen toddled Maes, trailing clumsily after Ed, arms uncoordinated, face

screwed up with concentration, grabbing out at Dada as he just kept moving away.

"Look at him!" Ed cried, and then laughed so hard he fell over and Maes set his face into

a determined scowl, hurrying the last three steps and flumping into Ed's lap. "He's such a

clever baby! I knew he could! He's such a clever-"

Ed's face flushed with joy, hair falling all over the place, looking up at Roy with his son

clasped in his arms and eyes shining –

"Look," he said, setting Maes on his feet again. "Go to Daddy. Go to Daddy, show him-"

Maes wobbled, Ed's hands holding his, until Ed let go. Maes gave the distance up the

hallway to Roy a dubious look, and then looked up and up and up to see Roy's eyes –

Still silent, Roy crouched and held out a hand.

And Maes' face set, his lips pressed hard, and he set off in a desperate mad scramble for

Daddy .

And that was the moment. That, there, when Maes flailed wildly and caught at his hand

with a tiny little toddler-palm and Roy swung him up. Because every time he'd looked at

Maes looking at Ed he'd seen how easy they were together, meant to be together, how

Maes had finally completed Ed's world and how Maes' world was complete with Ed

binding its edges anyway . . .

But Maes grabbed the braiding of Roy's uniform and Roy knew there and then that this

was the most perfect child ever born, his child. His son, who'd walked to him , and who

looked at him now with ever-thoughtful eyes because Maes would always wait until he

was sure of a situation before he committed himself to it . . . good god, the boy was a

general in the making at age two . . .

"You are a very clever boy," he said, and Maes grinned, flushed and dizzy with exertion

and delight, and said, "Dada!"

"You are a very, very clever boy." Roy said, and realised - that he'd never really praised

Maes before, and the boy looked about ready to burst with happiness, and how had he

spent all that time trying to analyse Maes' gaze and never, never realised what it actually

meant?

He said, "Get the camera." before he'd even thought. And when he did think –

He looked up and Ed was trying not to let the laugh out but when he met his eye Ed

broke, fell to the side clutching his stomach and howling, laughing until the tears came

on the hallway rug.

Maes tugged at his uniform and began playing with the medals, and Roy muttered,

"Stupid silly daddy."

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