It had never occurred to Craig that his son might not be his. But there was no denying the infant was… different.
He grew quicker than any child Craig had seen; five months old and already walking. And strangeness seemed to follow him. Like the music Craig would hear coming from the nursery. Or the crows and ravens that followed him.
And of course there were the eyes. Those big, bright eyes that were slowly turning more violet with each passing day.
But Craig decided that, fairy or not, human or not, the child was his, and would be loved.