Watching

Disclaimer… I wish they were, but Dick owns them

A/N it has been a while since I last wrote a story. I have been thinking a lot about one, and it is getting close to being ready. This one is not part of the Goren Family stories, nor is it part of Intensive Caring… which is refusing to cooperate… anyway… just a short little piece of fluff.

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I love watching you sleep. I know it sounds strange, but it took so long to get here, that I can not help it. I could spend; I do spend, hours just watching. I spend many nights like this lying on my side looking at you. Resisting the urge to reach out and touch you, for fear that it will awaken you. Instead, I breathe in the clean sent of you.

I love watching your chest rise and fall with each breath that you take, watching your eyes flutter as you dream. I love listening to the rhythm of your breathing, how it changes with the events of your dreams, sometimes faster, sometimes slower.

I love watching as you change positions slightly trying to find a comfort. Sometimes just a small move, other times a large stretch. Even in your sleep, you do not lie still. I do not mind; I am accustomed to that, I think it is endearing.

I love watching your face. You look so relaxed. The dark curls of your hair that spill slightly onto your handsome face, making me want to brush them back. The way your long dark eyelashes rest gently on your cheeks. I do not understand why males always have the gorgeous lashes. Yours would make any woman jealous.

I suddenly want to wake you up just to look into your bottomless brown eyes. Eyes that twinkle with mischief, shine when you are happy and amused eyes that show me all of your feelings. Eyes that search mine looking for comfort, guidance and love; I will again resist the urge.

I always try to resist the urge to waken you, especially when it is for my own selfish needs. You sleep so little as it is, and it is important for you to sleep. You do not always agree, but when you are tired, you are grumpy. It makes me feel so helpless when you can not sleep. I wonder what I can do to help.

I love the warmth from your body. I cuddle in close just to feel the heat. The warmth makes me feel protected and safe. Everything is right in this world when you are close. I can only hope that my presence does the same for you. I actually know it does, you move less when I am close, and you relax even further.

I look over at the clock, and discover that I have been watching you for over an hour. It will soon be time to start the day. You are an insanely early riser. We have watched many sunrises together, listened as the birds wake up, and watch as the garbage truck rambles down the road. I love watching you in the morning, almost as much as in the night.

With a sigh, I stand up, gatheringyou into my arms. You wiggle slightly in your sleep then curl against my chest. I carry you the few steps across the room to your crib. With a last kiss I lay you down and cover you gently with your blue blankie. I watch as you move against the coolness of your sheets, and then as you settle back into your dreams.

"I love you Evan Robert," I whisper gently before turning back to my own bed, disturbing your father in the process.

"Zee ok?" is the sleepy whisper.

"He's fine, go back to sleep Bobby," I say softly as I climb into the warm blankets.

I feel strong arms pull me close, a kiss is planted on my head. I sigh and let the warm drowsiness that precedes sleep wash over me.

The last words I hear from my husband are, "I love watching you Lex, sleep my love."

Fin