Dragoncrest Cliffs The Kreutzer Sonata

The first child she would find was her lookalike, now more broad in the shoulders than she and bearing the jaw of a young man entering his first year of adulthood. Her eyes shimmered to see him and think upon how he'd looked in his infancy- all soft, round edges and just the faintest trace of gold upon his shoulders. Now, he wore his markings like a king would wear his robes. 

"Theo," She said softly, murmuring his name in the two, descending intervals that had become his melody. "Happy birt'day, Chéri."