Rayne—because she was the storm, and the cleanse.
Rayne—because before the rainbow, there’s always a fall.
Rayne—because she made room for the even more equal of a beauty to come next.
Sabine turned now to her other baby in Pam’s arms. This one had barely made a sound since birth. She just stared. A deep, soulful gaze that made Sabine feel like she was being seen—really seen—for the first time.
“She came second and didn’t even cry,” Sabine said. “Just opened her eyes like she’d been here before. Like she alreadyunderstood what it meant to show up after it all.” She looked at Adair again. Her eyes were glistening now. His too.
Adair cleared his throat, “that’s Beau,” he said, smiling through it.
A single tear slipped down Pam’s cheek as she looked down at the baby in her arms. “My God,” she whispered. “Beau.”
Beau—because beauty didn’t always arrive loud.
Beau—because joy could be quiet.
Beau—because love could start over
Rayne & Beau.
Carried in a love that refused to die.
Symbols of hope and light after devastation but for Sabine and Adair, it was more than a name.
Rayne and Beau weren’t replacements. They were continuations. Of grief turned to grace.
The rain that made way for light.
Proof that love, when it’s real—blooms again.
Twice.
Somehow…they’d made it to the other side.
Together.
Carried by the flood.
Promised by the light.
Over the rainbow-s.
The end.