So this is was actually a hw assignment for my college writing class and i decided to turn it into my first fan fiction.. Hope You all like it, please RR.
Disclaimer: Do not own iCarly
He looked out the partially fogged window, it was mid January and there were a few snow flakes falling from the sky, a look of dread upon his face as he saw his reflection on the cold glass.
His eyes wondered until they settled on blue eyes and blonde curls behind him. A small sigh escaped his lips as he turned around and looked at the small child to her left. She was still drowsy from waking up so early, her brown curls were a mess, but you could still see the confusion written across her face.
His eyes followed the entwined hands up to the person who was holding the infants hand, her blue eyes were watery, she was trying to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall down her face, she was so beautiful to him, he gave her a look of empathy and she smiled half heartedly at him.
He kneeled down and took his child's hand in his own, it was much smaller than his in comparison, when he did this she looked up at him with big blue eyes; he always loved that she had her mothers eyes and his hair color, and smiled lazily he smiled back at her understanding that she was too young to understand what was going on, he gave her one final kiss on the forehead and stood up.
He looked at his wife, the mother of his child, and felt a pang in his chest, they both new this day would come, she just had to remind herself that it wasn't forever and it was temporary. He hugged her tightly never wanting to let go, as if when he did l she would dissappear from the world.
After a few seconds he stepped back enough to see her face but still his arms firmly around her. Her face was unreadable but her eyes were still shining with tears, his heart dropped knowing that he was the one causing her pain. He felt guilt, guilt for leaving her, guilt for leaving their child, guilt for not being able to do anything about it, but it was his duty he had no choice but to go and serve his country.
He went in to give her a kiss but she turned her head, he sighed and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He gave one last glance at his daughter who was tiredly leaning against her mother, who still had her head turned away from him, and smiled.
An echoed voice was heard through out the room, he knew it was time to go. He took his bags from the seat next to him, looked at his wife with a pleading look begging for her to look at him but she would not meet his eyes, he gave her one last final hug that was not returned by her, and started to walk away.
On his way to the gate he was debating in his mind whether to look back or not, he knew it would hurt too much but he just wanted to look at them one last time, he finally decided against it. Instead he kept repeating over and over in his head that he would come back to them and be a family again.
Back at the waiting area his wife bent down, took her daughter in her arms, walked up to the big window and saw him board the plane.
She looked down and finally let the tears fall.