TITLE: In his arms
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: C.J. Cregg/ Danny Concannon
GENRE: Het, Romance, Post-Series
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
SUMMARY: C.J. had never thought that she could survive outside The White House, but Danny had his own way to make her feel save ...
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd. This is my first TWW story - I hope I didn't mess up … Spoiler for all seasons - this story is placed post-series.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I'm borrowing them to have some fun.
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It wasn't until the plane landed in LAX that the emptiness C.J. had been carrying around with her ever since she'd left The White House, started to feel less depressing, and she knew her new life was starting, when Danny pulled her in his arms, assuring her that everything would be okay, that she would be okay.
She couldn't blame him for his whispered confession that he wasn't sure she would really come. She hadn't believed she would come either. She just smiled and blinked back tears, while his embrace was telling her that everything would be okay, that she would be okay.
The White House had been her life for the past eight years and losing this had felt like the end of the world. As Danny had predicted: The election had pushed her over a cliff into an endless fall, only stopped by Danny's arms, wrapped around her body, assuring her that everything would be okay, that she would be okay.
She didn't doubt him for a second. She was still scared and it took a few more months, before she finally started to settle down, to get used to eight hour sleeps and being woken up by Danny's arms wrapped around her body, assuring her over and over again that everything would be okay, that she would be okay.
Doing nothing but enjoying the Santa Monica sun, wasn't easy either. The urge to rush to work, to call Margaret and ask for her schedule she would've already delayed after her first meeting in the morning, was still there and it never really vanished. But a part of it was replaced by long walks on the beach, candle light dinners and endless nights making love, and when she was lying next to Danny, afterwards, his arms wrapped around her body, she knew everything would be okay and that she would make it; that they would make it.
When Danny finally asked her to marry her, C.J. was sure, that this was it, that she was finally home, that she had left Washington and The White House behind - for good. Her future, the rest of her life would take place here, in the sunshine not in a small office rushing from one meeting to another. She kissed Danny in front of her family, her friends and when she felt his arms wrapped around her, she knew everything would be okay, that they would be okay.
It had always been the three of them; C.J., Danny and their fish … and she was sure that this would never change, but life had other plans for them. And it wasn't until she was lying in the hospital bed, exhausted and sore, but happy, that she realized that she'd been wrong the whole time. This was the moment she was finally home.
Silent tears ran down her cheek, when she carefully wrapped her arms around Simon's tiny body, assuring him that everything would be okay, that he would be okay.
- The End -
