The Bestest Ever
CJ/Danny
Rating Child –
Spoilers through end of series
Not mine, never were, never will be, but they consume my soul
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November 19, 2011; Santa Monica, CA; 6:30 PM PST
"Good, Mama?"
"Yes, Paddy, it's very good."
CJ smiled at her son. His earnest little face lit up with a grin. Looking at him like that, how could anyone doubt that her husband had sired this child? Granted, with his hair, his eyes, and his height, it was obvious that Padraic Talmadge Concannon was CJ's son, but that smile, that look in the eyes – Danny Concannon lived in this twenty-nine month old toddler.
"How much birfdays?"
"Paddy, I've had lots and lots of birthdays. More than this many." She flashed her hands five times.
"Bestest birfday?"
CJ thought about the many birthdays she had experienced in her life.
The party at the skating rink in Dayton when she landed her first double axle.
The "sweet sixteen" her father and her stepmother du jour held at the club.
The dinner with Paul at Chez Panisse the day after that first glorious night in his arms and in his bed.
The surprise party that President and Mrs. Bartlet threw for her right after the second election in '02.
The dinner at Marcel's with Danny barely ten days after she finally accepted what she had been sublimating for eight years.
CJ thought of all the birthday dinners with which her friends and her boyfriends had feted her in between that first time with Paul and that first time with Danny.
She looked down at the meal her son had planned for the three of them.("No help, Daddy. Me do all.") Hot dogs. Fruit Loops. Apple-raspberry Juicy Juice.
CJ looked across the table and smiled at her husband, then turned to her son.
"The bestest ever."