What You Want
Summary: Bart realizes children are a thing he wants when he sees Cindy reading their nephew and niece a bedtime story.
Bart Foxworth walked into the guest room, eyes on his wife, Cindy as she held Deidre and Darren on her lap, reading to them softly. He smiled softly as he listened to Cindy really getting into it, changing her voice for each of the characters and everything, which the three year old twin terrors seemed to like.
Her voice turned quite as she finished the book, the twins successfully fast asleep. Slowly, she got up and tucked them in next to one another, letting her hand run through their blonde hair as she leaned down to kiss their foreheads.
"You're really good with them." He said, sauntering into the room and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. He pressed his lips up and down her cheeks and neck.
She closed her eyes and grinned, putting her arms over his as they swayed to the nonexistent music. "I like having them here. They're both so cute and I really like spoiling them rotten." She answered, eyes fluttering open to watch the two blond angels sleep. "Come on." She said, pulling from his embrace and grabbing his hand instead.
The pair headed to their own bedroom where they quickly undressed and threw on pajamas, sliding under the covers.
They turned on the television, watching the movie play out on screen in silence for a few moments before Bart spoke up.
"Do you want kids?" He asked, tightening those strong arms around her, afraid of her answer for reasons he couldn't really explain.
Cindy furrowed her brows and muted the tv, turning her head to face him "What brought this on?" She wondered curiously. They'd never talked about the possibility of having children, before. They hadn't even been married a full year, yet.
He shifted nervously, lowering his head so she couldn't see his face. He shrugged. "I don't know. Just...seeing you with Deidre and Darren. It made me realize that I want to see that with our own children. I never thought of it before, because I was always afraid of our child inheriting my schizophrenia and that's the last thing I would want for them."
She felt her heart clench at that. Slowly, she framed his face with her hands and peppered kisses from his forehead to his lips. "Hey, if our son or daughter were to have schizophrenia, it wouldn't be your fault. You can't help the fact that you have it. And you've gotten so much better since you've gotten help. If we were to have a child, there's no reason that they wouldn't be able to have a normal life. We'd get them all the help they'd need and we'd love them no matter what. "
Bart smiled softly at that and threaded his fingers through his hair, pulling her into a deep kiss and laying her on flat on the bed, spreading himself over her, counting his lucky stars for bringing this gorgeous woman into his life and having her still love him, despite how he had treated her.
It's one year later when a glowing Cindy saunters into the kitchen where he's reading his paper and drinking coffee. He raises his eyebrow at her behavior and hugs her back when she wraps her arms around him. She's giggling like a giddy school girl and he wonders what brought it on. That's when he notices the stick in her hand with the two pink lines. They're going to have a child. He's so excited by the news that he picks her up and swings her around before placing her back on her feet and immediately calling Jory and Toni.
They have a celebration dinner at their favorite restaurant with Jory, Toni, Deidre, Darren, and Cathy-Jory and Toni's daughter all present.
And when nine months later, their baby boy, Gabriel Christopher Foxworth is born and Bart and Cindy are staring into that baby's beautiful face, Bart knows that he has everything he's always wanted.
The End