A/N: This is my first Rosie/Sam fic, so I hope it's not too bad. Let me know how I did!
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//That's my Rosie,\\
//I'm so glad she chose me;\\
//Life is one sweet beautiful song to me.\\
//Now my life is rosy,\\
//Since I found my Rosie,\\
//With a girl like Rosie,\\
//How could I be blue?\\
-"Rosie", From the Broadway musical: "Bye, Bye, Birdie"
He watches her sleep. Fiery red curls, outline an ivory-white skin. One hand was up by her brow while the other was safely hidden beneath the covers. One strand of hair lay crooked across her forehead, he reaches up to brush it aside. She stirs and rolls away from him.
In a few weeks they would have been married for two years. He smiles thinking of it. Had it only been that short of a time? He can't believe it, it feels like he had only purposed yesterday.
All his life he had been in love with Rosie Cotton and he had finally gotten her, or better yet, she had chosen him. She could have had any other hobbit in the entire Shire and she chose him. He smiles again, but is caught off guard by the gentle sobs of the babe in the crib next to the bed. He doesn't wake his wife, but stands to see the baby.
He doesn't speak, but picks up the baby and carries her out of the room, as not to wake the sleeping lass in the bed. He cradles the crying baby in his arm as he tries to set up the fire, to warm a bottle. Elanor is not yet three months old, so early morning feedings were common.
She still cries as he sets the bottle in the pot. He tries to soothe her crying, but she only grows louder.
As Elanor's cries get louder, Rosie comes out of the room. They don't need to speak. She knows he tried. She simply smiles and takes the little girl. Elanor stops crying. He frowns, but Rosie smiles at him and softly kisses him.
She hums a little lullaby to Elanor and the baby slowly drifts to sleep. Rosie goes back to the room, and puts the baby into the crib. She watches the sleeping child. He comes up behind her, and rests his chin on her shoulder.
"I love you, Rosie,"
"I love you too, Sam,"
The only words they exchange through the night as they both climb back into bed. He wraps his arms around her waist. His Rosie.
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//That's my Rosie,\\
//I'm so glad she chose me;\\
//Life is one sweet beautiful song to me.\\
//Now my life is rosy,\\
//Since I found my Rosie,\\
//With a girl like Rosie,\\
//How could I be blue?\\
-"Rosie", From the Broadway musical: "Bye, Bye, Birdie"
He watches her sleep. Fiery red curls, outline an ivory-white skin. One hand was up by her brow while the other was safely hidden beneath the covers. One strand of hair lay crooked across her forehead, he reaches up to brush it aside. She stirs and rolls away from him.
In a few weeks they would have been married for two years. He smiles thinking of it. Had it only been that short of a time? He can't believe it, it feels like he had only purposed yesterday.
All his life he had been in love with Rosie Cotton and he had finally gotten her, or better yet, she had chosen him. She could have had any other hobbit in the entire Shire and she chose him. He smiles again, but is caught off guard by the gentle sobs of the babe in the crib next to the bed. He doesn't wake his wife, but stands to see the baby.
He doesn't speak, but picks up the baby and carries her out of the room, as not to wake the sleeping lass in the bed. He cradles the crying baby in his arm as he tries to set up the fire, to warm a bottle. Elanor is not yet three months old, so early morning feedings were common.
She still cries as he sets the bottle in the pot. He tries to soothe her crying, but she only grows louder.
As Elanor's cries get louder, Rosie comes out of the room. They don't need to speak. She knows he tried. She simply smiles and takes the little girl. Elanor stops crying. He frowns, but Rosie smiles at him and softly kisses him.
She hums a little lullaby to Elanor and the baby slowly drifts to sleep. Rosie goes back to the room, and puts the baby into the crib. She watches the sleeping child. He comes up behind her, and rests his chin on her shoulder.
"I love you, Rosie,"
"I love you too, Sam,"
The only words they exchange through the night as they both climb back into bed. He wraps his arms around her waist. His Rosie.