She banished the twinge of hope from her chest, pulling the sweet bundle in her arms in just a little snugger.  Gods, was there anything better than that newborn baby smell? She breathed in over the top of his head, her imagination flashing for just a moment, making her wonder what it might feel like if the black hair on his head was instead the palest white-blond, the babe in her arms, her own. Her memories drifted unwittingly back to that night. Strong arms enveloping her, pulling her in close. His bergamot cologne, the crisp apple notes that always followed him around. 