So imagine that James didn't die, and that Ronnie and Jack also have a daughter, born a few years after James. We'll call her Chloe. Hopefully if I do this right it'll be a bit emotional, but we'll see. Little inspiration from a book I adore. (Originally posted on the R&J site but I think this is some of my most serious writing so was hoping for some constructive critisism :)
Preface
Jack pressed his lips to his wife's head and slipped his arms around her slim waistline, rocking the pair gently side to side as they looked over the cot containing their sleeping baby. Both of them were simply taking in the calm quiet and realising for the thousandth time just how lucky they were; a perfect family: mummy, a daddy, a little boy and an even littler girl.
Ronnie closed her eyes and smiled. She had everything she had ever wanted; a husband who would love her and protect her and her children, a son who was a perfect copy of his father, and a daughter who despite being a new born baby was showing all the signs of growing up with the same blonde waves and ice blue eyes that she herself possessed.
It was a quiet evening between the two as they settled down on the sofa in the living room; the woman leaning forward to clear her little boy's blocks of Lego from the floor to the coffee table, leaving no room for accident. Leaning back into the soft confines of the fabric sofa cushions, Ronnie lifted her wine glass from the coffee table and brought it to her lips, kissing the edge of the glass as the cool liquid ran down her throat.
"How you feeling?" Jack murmured, his left hand distractedly running through her long hair whilst he cocked his head to get a better look at his wife. Despite looking exhausted and a little lack-lustre, her eyes sparkled softly, gentle humour and happiness reflecting from them.
"All the better for this," she raised her glass with a tired smile and placed it back on the little table, her eyes flickering back to the man who held her.
She was tired, god she was tired, but with little complication, they had added the finishing touch to their perfect family the previous evening: Chloe. She had been the baby girl Ronnie had craved for, and the small but perfectly formed princess that Jack would undoubtedly spoil forever more.
"Thank you," a whisper sparked through the air and hit Jack's ears, making him turn his head and narrow his eyes slightly, not understanding why his wife was the one uttering that sentiment, when she'd done something so incredible as to give him another child. Ronnie caught the look of confusion in his face and smiled slightly,
"What? I couldn't have done it without you, could I?"
"S'pose not…" a slow smile spread across Jack's lips, "Takes two to tango and all that,"
"And our tango is the best." The words were uttered simply, with a twinkle shimmering in the eye of the speaker, her blue orbs catching the sultry light coming from the table lamp to her side and glistening with honesty and anticipation for the hours, days, weeks, months and years that would follow.