Title: Just Like His Father
Author: Mel
Rating: PG
Summary: He would never know just how much like his father he was
Dist: Ask
Disclaimer: I own nada
Notes: My first foray into this arena of fan fiction. Has Evy/Ardeth undertones, if you don't like that pairing then don't read this.
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Evelyn sat staring out at the rainy London night.
It had been raining for several days now. Days that seemed to reflect Evy's inner feelings.
She brought her hand up to her swollen abdomen. She was seven months along with her first child. A child that was actually conceived one month before her marriage to Richard O'Connell, her rescuer.
Evy sat down in the large rocker that was situated in the room that was to be the nursery.
She began to rock as she reflected on her life over the past year. The adventure that she had herself perpetrated. It was on the adventure that she discovered who she was.
She discovered she was not a mousy, quiet librarian. But an adventuring, strong woman who knew what she wanted. And what she wanted was not the man she'd married.
Evy let out another sigh. No what she wanted was what she'd left behind in Egypt. And that was her heart.
She had never intended to fall in love with anyone. She merely wanted to follow a hunch and make a discovery, just as her beloved parents had. She had found it and more.
She had not expected to fall in love with the brash American. That had happened though. But she had not expected to fall in love with a mysterious desert man either.
She had though. She'd fallen for him hard. And she'd known he felt the same. When his hand had fallen upon Jonathan's shoulder, he had not been looking at her brother or O'Connell. He had been looking at her. She saw love reflected there. Love, pain, and regret.
She had never expected to see him again.
Then he had found her in Cairo, just before they were to leave. She'd already promised her future to O'Connell by then, but still she could not banish Ardeth Bay from her heart.
To this day she had still not succeeded.
She had never regretted giving herself to him when he'd found her. And she knew she never would.
She loved him and that was enough. Even if she never saw him again….it was enough that she loved him and she knew he loved her.
She felt a kick at her hand and smiled. She had proof of the love in her body right now. She knew it was a son. A son who would be just like his father, but never know it. And that knowledge made her miss her heart all the more.
She felt the child, her son, kick once more then turned her eyes back to the London rain, imaging Egyptian desert sands.