I couldn't help but write this…I am finishing "The Key" I'm trying to write out all the chapters before I update again…I just wanted to take a break and couldn't get this out of my mind…
Loti
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
He had never felt as if something wasn't hanging over his head, he had never felt complete freedom, even before his Fox River days.
But right now…in this moment, watching her he could breathe.
The waves crept over his feet allowing for sand to slowly cover them as he stood on the shore watching his family on the boat.
Seeing them, all of them, together on the Christina Rose- the final point in his plan.
Glancing back down at his feet he felt a small smile creep over his face,
His plan.
He laughed inwardly; his plan had gone anything but the way he had planned it to go.
But he didn't know what he would have done if it had gone as planned…because she was anything but planned. And without her…
He didn't even want to think about his life without her.
Her voice brought him out of her thoughts as she talked with his older brother.
"Fold?" she questioned her left eyebrow in a hook as she watched Lincoln.
Michael watched as his brother gave a frustrated sigh and set his cards down only to groan when Sara laid down her cards. He assumed she had been able to bluff well enough once again.
"Dad!" L.J. exclaimed as he came up to the deck from the cabin, "again? Are you serious?" he asked exasperated but a smile on his face.
His smile widened as Sara shook her head in L.J.'s direction and did a small dance in her chair as she gathered the poker chips sitting in the middle of the table they had pulled up onto the deck.
The sun glistened on her hair, which had returned to his natural color and grown back to its original length. He watched as she glanced in his direction and began to move across the deck and jump down on the pier making her way towards him.
"You know," she started when she was only a few feet away, "it's impolite to stare,"
Michael smiled down at her and stepped forward wrapping his arms around her but allowing enough space so that he could continue to look into her eyes.
"What?" she questioned a small smile on her face.
"I love you Sara." He leaned down and kissed her lips gently.
"I love you," he murmured again.
Sara leaned into his body and lifted her face to his neck,
"I love you too," she whispered up into his ear.
Yes. In this moment and the in the millions of moments to come Michael Scofield was free.