Return: A Burn Notice One Shot
Disclaimer: I do not own Burn notice in no shape or form. It's just too awesome. This is my first fanfic not much plot and definitely fluffy and cute. This is how I imagine Michael and Fiona's kids and home life.
As the black sedan pulled onto Cedar Crest Road, a big sign loomed in the middle of the lofty island, stating that the neighborhood watch worked round the clock. The street was lined with orderly Victorian style homes in various colours, manicured lawns and ample yard space. The peace and quiet was broken by shrieks of laughter as they passed a yellow two story home, the sprinklers were on and three children under the age of 8, raced through the water in swimsuits. Michael couldn't help the smile that tugged at his mouth; he glanced in the rearview mirror and caught the driver's eye.
"220 Cedar Crest Road, Birchwood Estates" the driver said with a whistle as he took in the mint green ranch style home. "Didn't figure you for a family home with neighbours all around."
"Yeah well, you know sometimes you just have to roll with the punches, a secluded area is perfect for a kidnapping. Let Pearce know, I'll be in touch. Good Day Rick."
Michael slipped out of the car and took his duffle bag out of the back seat before heading up to the porch. His eyes roamed the house for any visible changes. Fiona had added peonies to her garden and the hanging pots on the porch need water, the porch swing was missing its cushion. There were squeals from the backyard which alerted him to where his family was, Michael glimpsed leggos strewn on the living room floor and the throw blanket was haphazardly thrown on the couch. Turning into the hallway all of the doors were open, sun streamed in but the home was airy and cool due to the central air buzzing.
Entering the master bedroom Michael noticed the bed was stripped, meaning it was laundry day. Discarding the bag by the closet door he shed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves as he made his way through the kitchen and to the back door. His gaze swept around the yard and he caught his son running around with his gaze solely fixed on the plane he directed with the remote in his hand.
Fabian was dressed in khaki short overalls with a yellow polo. Fiona's hair was braided out of her face and she wore a simple gray tank with cutoff shorts and flip-flops. Her attention was split between the clothes she hung out and the young curly haired, energetic boy. Catching movement by the kitchen door, her eyes took in Michael leaning with his arms crossed. Their eyes locked as they took in one another, Fiona could tell Michael had lost a little weight and he looked quite peaky.
"Well well well Fabian looked who's back, sweetheart."
Despite his fatigue a genuine smile appeared on his face, the mission had taken a lot out of him and kept him from his family for 3 weeks
"Daddy!" The young boy yelled in glee, his eyes bright with excitement as he sprinted towards his father. Michael pushed off of the doorframe and stepped into the yard; he had barely moved 2 feet when the little boy propelled into him.
His momentum caused Michael to sway and he winced at the force. Bending on his knees Michael surveyed his son; Fabian was lightly tanned and freckled face. His little cherubic face mirrored Fiona's except for his jaw, eyes and hair which were all Westen.
"Heyy buddy. It's good to see you mister. I hope you behaved while I was gone." Michael's eyes held Fabian's, whose eyes twinkled, he gently tweaked his son's nose.
"If not I just might have to give away your present."
"Uh uh, I was a good boy, tell him mama!" Fabian shouted into Michael's ear, causing him to wince, he turned towards Fiona as she calmly made her way to them.
"Of course baby, you was a really good helper for mama, we even finished our airplane project." At this Fabian nodded and eagerly began a lengthy retelling of finishing the plane Michael had began before he took off. Michael only half listened to his son, as he took in Fiona; God he missed this woman.
Scooping up the boy into his arms, he barely registered his delight as he enveloped Fiona into his side and kissed her forehead. Fiona smiled up at him and gently pulled back to screen him from up close trying to assess the damage.
A wail pierced the air, as they pulled apart Fiona got on tiptoes and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, before heading into the house, hips swaying.
The cool air caressed her body as she breezed through the hallway and entered the door on the right, halfway down the hall. The lilac walls were bordered with sea creatures. There were various aquatic animals strategically placed on the walls, as well as framed photographs and child's scribbles. Along the wall a shelf was packed with stuffed animals. The floor was carpeted with a deep mossy green plush carpet which her feet sank into as she crossed the room.
As she came up to the maple crib convertible, she took in the splotchy red face of her daughter. Her auburn curls were wild from sleep, her big azure eyes were full of tears and her deep pink lips were trembling. She was dressed in green shorts and a bright pink pony shirt, that blinded Fiona.
"Shhhh, shhhh baby, Mama's here, shhhh." Fiona cooed as she quickly let the front down and cuddled the young girl. The toddler burrowed her face into her mother's shoulder as she clung to her neck.
"What have we got here? Bad dream princess?" Michael voice gently wafted from the doorway.
Morgan glistening eyes firmly fixed on her father's as she hiccupped uncontrollably. Fiona gently patted her back and smoothed down her hair.
"B-ad ddd-weam – h-e wwass bbac—kk." Michael's forehead creased at this and he locked eyes on Fiona who just gave him a wry smile.
"Morgan's been having allota bad nightmares Daddy." Fabian implored as he played with Michael's collar but he wouldn't meet his father's eyes.
"Really…but only Morgan huh? No one else is having bad dreams?" He gently asked, trying to catch his eye, as he caught the boy's fingers.
"I guess sometimes I have them, but Superman's always there when I wake up Mama always holds me tight in the morning, sometimes." With nothing else to distract him, Fabian easily became fidgety.
"Can I finish play with my plane now?" Fabian voice was small and pleading.
"Of course buddy." Michael carefully let him down and ruffled his windblown hair.
Fiona walked over to Michael, and Morgan chubby hands quickly circled his neck.
"Hey you little monkey, easy easy, Daddy's not going anytime soon." Michael gently tugged at her arms.
"I'm going to finish the laundry." Fiona quickly sidestepped Michael but was intervened by his hand circling her waist.
"Michael-"
Michael's lowered his voice, "Relax Fi, I could take care of that. How about you prepare some snacks?"
He placed a kiss to her forehead. "Where do you want Morgan?"
"Living room. Sam's coming for dinner. Did you unpack your bag Michael?" She breezed into that hall, stopped and turned to him, eyebrow arched.
"That's fine, uhhhh"
"Miii-chaell."
"I'll get to it Fi." He immediately tried to placate her. Fiona responded by rolling her eyes.
"I'll do it. Oh and Michael your making dinner." She blew him a kiss and smirked.
"Okay Fi." He actually relished the thought as he cuddled Morgan. Being domesticated wasn't too bad; he was pretty sure he got the better deal.
"Uncle Sammy's and Vicki's here! We brought dessert." Victoire had a sunny complexion with hazel eyes and a curvy figure. She dressed smart in a floral print dress which matched Sam's aqua hawian polo.
Morgan effortlessly escaped her mother's clutches, with half braided hair flying along with her red sun dress; as Sam entered the room behind Vicki. Scampering towards him she hugged his legs and grinned toothily at him despite her mom's indignant shout.
"Thanks Sam." Her words dripped in disdain as she scowled at him. She gestured towards her daughter, whom ignored her. Fabian ran into the room shouting, dressed in dark shorts and a blue bloo shirt.
"Guess what! Daddy's home and he bought me an army plane set, its super cool!" Fabian huffed as he tried to grab Sam's hand.
"Fabian!" Michael quickly entered behind him.
"I got a dolphin!" Morgan eyes shone happily as she gestured with her hand the size of the stuffed toy.
"Fabian Nathaniel Westen! If you cause Uncle Sam to drop dessert, your helping me clean and wax this floor!" Fiona stood hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. Fabian face pinked as he quickly stepped back from Sam, remembering the last time his mother made him help clean the wooden floors. Michael easily scooped Morgan up, causing her to squeal, he flew her around the room towards Fiona.
"Requesting landing on Mommy's Strip." Michael slowed down in front of Fi, his smile teasing as his eyes laughed. Fiona smile, thanking him without words.
"Request granted." Fiona opened her arms wide and caught Morgan, before she leaned up and teasingly kissed Michael. Groaning he fisted her dress at the hips and growled as he nipped her lips.
"Let's keep it PG, kids are in the room you two." Vicki laughed as they guiltily broke apart.
"Dinner smells lovely Michael, is that a new recipe?"
"Yeah, Pasta alla Carbonara, it's a Japanese recipe I learnt."
"Mikey that pasta is great, where'd you find the recipe." They all looked at each other and laughed. Some things just never got old.
"Thanks Sam it actually needs to sit for 10 more mins." They all sat around the living room and chatted over their week. Michael fought to keep Morgan entertained while Fiona finished braiding her hair, she constantly squirmed. Fabian told Vicki and Sam about his airplane, as he sat in Vicki's lap and acted out a flying aeroplane. Vicki and Sam laughed and encouraged his antics.
Fiona deposited Morgan in Michael's lap and gave him a kiss as she went to set the table. Michael whispered to Morgan, telling her to get her dolphin to show uncle Sam, and she quickly scampered away. As Fiona opened the freezer she felt strong arms circle her waist, and lips nuzzle her neck. Smiling she turned with the timonade in her hand, and kissed Michael firmly on the lips. He quickly rid her hands of the drink and continued to kiss her as she moaned.
"Dinner Michael, then dessert." Fiona breathlessly deterred him, as she disentangled herself from him.
"Fine, call everyone to the table I'll bring the food out." He quickly stole a kiss before turning to the stove.
Morgan sat in Michael's lap during dinner, preferring to eat out of his plate than her own. Fiona just smiled at him, as she twirled her finger indicating how he powerless to tell their daughter no. Sam immediately got up and grabbed claiming he deserved a man's drink, earning reproachful looks from his girlfriend and a teasing smile from Fiona. Vicki entertained them about some of the outrageous guests at her Bed & Breakfast.
At bedtime both Fiona and Michael read to both of their kids inside Fabian mechanical room. The walls were painted sky blue on three walls and then a mural on the last wall depicting the hills of Ireland. There were many plane decals and hanging finish models on the ceiling along with twinkling constellations Fiona insisted on. His bed was made with a car comforter set that Fiona folded back so he could lay down. Michael sat in the car couch along the wall with Morgan snuggled up, in yellow jammies, to his side.
In his hand he held a fable story book and Fiona held an identical one as she cuddled with Fabian. After two stories both kids eyes were sleepy and they kissed and exchanged good nights.
"Mommy loves her baby stars no matter how old they get."
"How much do you love us Mama?" Fabian yawned trying to prolong the inevitable. His parents only laughed at him and Michael ruffled his hair.
"As much as the stars in the sky."
"Well I think I beat mommy, cause daddy loves you both more than the sand in the ocean." Fiona rolled her eyes and punched his arm.
"Thats alot." Both kids agreed wholeheartedly.
After tucking in Morgan and ensuring that both kids' nightlights were on they left for their own room.
"I think maybe we should convert Morgan's bed to a toddler one now."
"Are you sure we didn't switch Fabian's own until he was 3?" Michael glanced at her as he unbuttoned his shirt and shed his pants.
"I know but her cries are making me irate and she's climbing the bars more frequently now." She slipped into a tank and shorts as she gave him a rueful smile.
"Okay we'll try it this weekend then. So honestly how are you?" Michael pulled her into his arms as they sat in bed.
"I'm fine Michael, maybe sleep deprived with both kids having nightmares." She began sucking on his neck.
"Mmmmm what's up with that anyway?" he gently caressed her arms and then sides. Fiona sighed and then cuddled up to him.
"They spent the weekend with Nate and Ruth, apparently Charlie's allowed to put dvds in the player without supervision and they ended up watching half of Children of The Corn. Honestly Michael horror movies need to be locked up if kids are in the house!"
Fiona eyes flashed as they locked on his. Kissing her soundly he pulled back and rubbed her shoulders.
"I'll talk to Nate tomorrow."
"Good. How was the mission?" Michael face fell and his fatigue show. Fiona gently cupped his face and kissed the side of his mouth.
"It lasted way too long and I'm happy it's over." He leaned in and kissed her and that was the end of the conversation and they melted and molded into each other.
Review! It's my first I need constructive criticism!