He was blonde indeed, little wisps of hair sticking out from his head; when catching the light, it almost looked like a little halo. If it was possible, Adrienne could feel her heart growing two times in size. A sob escaped her, this time a happy one as she gazed down at her son and started to coo at him in French. It wasn’t long before she turned her attention to her husband. Her husband, who looked positively terrified; as if the smallest breath in his son’s direction would destroy the babe completely. “But he looks like you.” She murmured, shifting gingerly so she faced more towards Cash. “Do you want to hold him?”