Disclaimer: Belonging to the powers that be until I win the lottery and make CSI: Costa Rica.
Author Notes: Having a few struggles with the opening of Ending Happily Part Two… I've the end and the middle ready, just not the all-important first bit… grrr… It will be ready soon.
So I have decided to try this drabble thing. I now present the only fic I have ever written which is close to 500 words!! Okay – so it's over by just a few, but each and every one is fluff, fluff, fluff! :)
Makes Three.
By Rianne.
She hadn't completely understood what all this meant to her until the first time she felt the baby move.
Felt the ripple of motion under the skin, bumping gently, but ferociously for such a little someone, against her internal organs.
She could suddenly imagine the little arms and legs, feet and hands, pressing against her from the inside out.
Her baby's first greeting.
She had frozen on the spot, her eyes growing wide, the rest of her body falling silent as she concentrated on this new but instantly favourite sensation.
Both of her palms clasping her stomach, waiting for the next motion.
And as she felt it again her vision blurred and her smile bloomed wide.
Her heart filled instantly with eternal love.
"Hey there," she breathlessly whispered aloud.
And felt another little kick in response.
Then he was there too.
His eyes cautious and afraid at first, worried by her tears.
Until she reached out and capturing his much larger palm pressed it to where hers had been.
This time the kick was sharper.
Forceful enough to make her gasp.
Saying hello to Daddy.
A tear escaped, tumbling a happy trail down the curve of her cheek.
Unable to look away from the expression of absolute awe in his eyes.
She had never imagined this moment.
Never thought it would ever happen.
"Sara…"
She laughed softly.
Man this kid was only weeks old and had already rendered its father speechless.
Her grin broadened as he knelt before her, disregarding his knees and the rough Costa Rican ground beneath him.
Both his palms now against her skin.
Her t-shirt lifted.
His lips against the faint curve of her stomach.
Warm and dry against her skin.
Kissing her so reverently.
As her fingers slid into his hair, just to touch him too.
He was going to make the most amazing father.
The only person she could imagine sharing this life altering experience with.
Every sleepless night, and odd hunger pang, every fear and labour pain.
Everything.
Especially that very first moment of holding their child in her arms.
Watching the little fingers furl and unfurl.
The tiny features a blur of her and him.
Their child.
She never wanted all this to end, but she could not wait for that next first moment too.
He was gazing up at her awed as he stood once again.
The thousands of words he couldn't order well enough to speak ebbed and waved in his depthless dark blue eyes.
The emotion buoying their azure glow.
His mouth opened but words still escaped him.
"I know…" she whispered, reaching out to pull him close despite the rainforest heat.
Two words encompassing so much.
He slid his nose into the curve of her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair, his hold about her more gentle than usual, clutching like she was precious and adored.
Like they were.
She pressed her own gentle kiss to the heat of his jaw.
"I love you," she whispered.
Moaning softly as his warm hold tightened at her words.
Then she chuckled again softly as she felt that exciting little thump again, bumping her belly against his.
"We love you."
