Title: Bringing Down The Moon
Genre: Family
Rating: K
Couple: Slight Liv/Miles

author's note: This was requested on Tumblr, and I decided to publish it on here. Just a sweet fiction involving Miles and a child, with a hint of Olivier. Enjoy!
I do not own the beautiful novel Bringing Down The Moon. This is by Jonathon Emmett.

Small, yellow ducks circled the ceiling. They glowed, and were like a gentle disco ball against the dim light from the boy's lampshade. He was snug in his cot, mouth slightly ajar, piercing red eyes slits, heart beating perfectly, rhythmically, soothingly. Short, messy blonde hair and tank pyjamas.

A voice spoke. A lullaby to his ears.

'"The moon," whispered Mole. "It must have fallen down with me." He reached out to pick up the moon. But as soon as he touched it, it broke into pieces and vanished.'

His father recognised his son's heavy breathing. He was asleep, yet duty and love encouraged the man to keep on reading. He felt relaxed, content and accepted. This boy wanted to hear him. To hear his voice and fall asleep.

Miles continued: 'Mole sat in the puddle and cried. Rabbit, Hedgehog and Squirrel came running up. "Are you all right, Mole?" asked Rabbit.
"I'm all right,' sobbed Mole. "But the moon isn't. I pulled it down, and then I broke it, and it wasso beautiful… and now I shall never see it again.".'

The quarter-Ishvalan stopped and peered over his shoulder, sensing her presence at once. The military officer lingered in the doorway. She looked exhausted, black rings hanging below her eyes, but he spotted a small smile. Miles returned it warmly.

'He is asleep,' Olivier whispered.

The retired Major faced his son. His pale skin glowed in the dim light, and he spotted several hiding curls in the boy's blonde hair. Miles watched him silently, and felt his heart pound. But this time it was no longer out of anger or hatred. It was simply joy; happiness.

Miles had never felt so perfect in his life.

'I know,' he whispered back. Miles turned to the book in his hands. '"Oh. Mole,' said Rabbit. "You couldn't have pulled down the moon."
"And you couldn't have broken it," said Hedgehog.
"And you'll certainly see it again,' said Squirrel. "Look."
High up in the sky above them, the moon was coming out from behind a cloud.
"Oh,' whispered Mole, "and it's just as beautiful as ever."'

Miles closed the book and placed it onto the boy's bedside table. He stood, watching him; like his protector. This child was unique, and demanded by the media. However his parents kept him out of sight's way. While Briggs was a dangerous environment, at least they would be treated equally there.

At least they could be together.

He kissed the boy's cheek, before leaving the room, shutting the door silently behind him. Miles looked over to Olivier who had been waiting for him to finish. He noticed a flash of sadness wash over her expression for a second. Miles had learnt her subtle ways of hiding powerful feelings.

Most of the time he could read them.

But this time — he wasn't sure.

'What's the matter?' Miles asked. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist.

'I just love seeing you with him.' She paused. 'And I'm glad you helped me change my mind.'