A/N Okay beautiful FF community, THIS story is a sequel to my requested story Departed.
IMPORTANT: please read Departed so you understand this story. Fear not, Departed is a one shot and a quick read. I had a few requests for this sequel and I was inspired.
This story was an absolute BEAST and I am convinced that it took a piece of my soul. Haha!
This story would not have been completed without the help, support, prodding and love of my AMAZING betas. Ninjette Twitch (Beta Extraordinaire), Beej88 (My Proof-Reader Extraordinaire) and Wings Landing (Idea Queen/GW Oracle Extraordinaire). Seriously, this would not have come to fruition without your help, love and support! Y'all rock my socks and give me life! Everyone should check out their profiles and their AWESOME stories BTW! Like for real! ;-)
Jonah means Dove. People with this name get fame and wealth. They are often termed as a hero because of their courageous attitude.
I own nothing except my original characters.
Resurrection
Chapter 1
The morning light kissed her still closed eyes, enticing her to squeeze them tightly in a futile attempt to block out mother nature's radiant wake up call. She moaned as her muscles protested to her movements, her soft supple form hitting the chiseled hard planes of her lover's back. Even with her eyes still sealed, her hands automatically wrapped around the solid body next to her. A deep groan could be heard as her petite icy hands stirred the man from his slumber. Placing her lips to his back, she felt his body tense and then relax. She knew he was awake…in more ways than one. A strong hand grasped hers and with lightning speed he had flipped over to face her. She giggled, still keeping her eyes shut, loving this little game they played in the morning. He proceeded to place butterfly kisses over her eyes, cheeks and lastly on her lips. The butterfly kiss turned to a full kiss and then a deepened kiss. Arms and legs now entwining with each other, their once soft kiss now urgent.
The cry of a little one shattered the silence as well as their moment. As a woman, she internally groaned. But as a mother, her instincts were already pulling her away. She was beyond giving him apologetic looks now; he knew what he was getting into with her and her son. She was hastily donning her robe and practically jogging to the door, taking one last glance at the gorgeous and naked green eyed pilot in her bed. The mischievous glint in his eyes, never failed to make her imagine inappropriate thoughts. She almost giggled as she disappeared from the doorway.
Quickly she made her way down the hall toward the door with the noisy little man behind it. As she swung open the wooden barrier, her heart stopped at seeing her little boy. She had accepted long ago that she would never become fully accustomed to it. It would always make her heart stop when she looked at her son…there was no mistaking his lineage. He looked just like a miniature version of his father; wild chocolate brown hair and those beautiful blue eyes, eyes that just like Heero's, seemed as if they could pierce into your soul. If not for her pale European skin color…he would have been Heero's exact replica. It was always such a sad and yet joyful moment to see her son. He was her gift, her sanity and her reason for continuing onward, but he looked so much like Heero...it was beautiful, yet painful.
Her 19-month-old, blue-eyed baby boy was chanting his favorite new word or sound…"bub, bub, bub." Even as excited as she was that he was discovering words, she still found herself missing the days when he would gurgle at her. She giggled at the memory as she now watched him trying to steady his wobbly little legs as he held onto the railings of his crib. He looked at her and her heart melted as it equally ached. She quickly picked her adorable little man up and kissed his chubby little cheeks as he thrust his favorite toy in her face. A worn, but truly loved brown teddy bear. Just another thing that tugged at her heartstrings every time she noticed it…which was all the time. He had seen it on her bed one day and refused to let it go. Like mother, like son.
She placed him on his changing table to clean him up, not the favorite part of being a mother, but a necessary part nonetheless. Once finished, she inhaled the scent of his hair. She loved it and she didn't know how much longer that new baby smell would last, so she greedily seized every opportunity. As they made their way downstairs, he clutched his teddy bear while swinging it around…but never letting it go. It was always at risk of hitting her in the face, but she had become pretty skilled at avoiding it during their morning routine.
Before she had entered the kitchen she was pleased to smell the aroma of coffee, or java as some people referred to it. She smirked at the thought. Whatever the name, it was a necessity to keep her going.
"Good Morning, Miss and Little Master."
Pagan smiled at her and her son as if they were his family. In all honesty…they really were family. Despite his working for her, she considered him so much more than just a butler. He was a key component in the business of keeping her going. He kept her home in working order and in pristine condition. He gave her trusted counsel as well as that fatherly shoulder to cry on from time to time. She honestly didn't know what she would do without him.
"Good morning, Pagan."
Jonah waved his bear as he let out an ear splitting squeal at seeing the kind elderly butler. Pagan smiled so wide; it always made Relena's heart swell. He had no family or grandchildren, and Jonah had no grandfather…they both came as close as possible to fulfilling those roles in each other's lives. It was another bittersweet moment in her life.
As Pagan took Jonah and set him up in his highchair, the previously naked Trowa emerged, now fully clothed in his Preventer uniform.
"Good morning, Mr. Barton."
Pagan spoke low with his usual respect for Relena's guest. He did not refer to him as master, as he did not officially live there…despite the fact that he was there most nights. Relena, while moving forward with her life, was not prepared to have him officially move in. It had only been four months since Trowa and Relena had started their relationship. They had managed to keep it to themselves for the first 2 months, but the last 2 months had been interesting since their friends had found out. While they wished for her to be happy again, there always seemed to be an underlying sense of discomfort, Duo being the most obvious and outspoken about the coupling. He had taken Heero's death the hardest out of all of the Gundam pilots. So, he was naturally the most opposed to the new union. It made the situation a bit difficult since Hildi and Relena were so close.
Out of respect to her husband…she shut up their bedroom and moved to another…after-all there were plenty to choose from. Honestly, it was too hard to be in that room anyway…knowing he wasn't coming back…it was too much. Regardless, she would never dream of bringing another man into her marital bed…the bed where her and Heero started their life…the bed where they conceived their son. It was too precious; too sacred.
She had, however, taken off her wedding ring 3 months ago, yet she still wore it on a chain around her neck. It was her way of keeping her first love, her husband, the father of her child and his memory close to her heart. At times, she could tell it bothered Trowa, but he never voiced it and neither did she. This was part of her healing; it's what she needed. She wasn't ready to let go, not entirely…not just yet.
"Good morning, Pagan."
Trowa spoke in his usual steady and calm tone. He grabbed his java as he moved toward where Relena was feeding Jonah. Jonah greeted him with a squeal of excitement as he clutched his teddy bear in his chubby little hand, waving it around like a flag. Trowa smirked at the antics of the little boy who looked so much like his fallen comrade and friend.
"Good morning to you as well, Jonah."
He swooped down giving Relena a quick peck on the lips that she accepted with a smile.
"Well, I am off to HQ. I'll see you all later tonight."
She watched him walk out, but was quickly pulled back to her son by his high-pitched yell. He was hungry and impatient and he would not let her forget his current demand of food. No matter what the activity, seeing those Prussian blue eyes staring back at her, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of father Heero would have been. How he would have related to having a son, how he would handled the frequent and unpredictable outbursts of a child…their child. It was a thought that both made her smile and want to cry. The fact that he would never be able to meet his son, play with him, hold him. The thought always threatened to drown her. Yet, she always managed to quickly pull herself out of the pit of despair. Instead she focused on how adorable her son was in his current attempt to get as much food into his mouth as she would allow.
She had to laugh at his attempts to fight the spoon out of her hand. Even at 19 months, he was willful and advanced. Although considering his father, she couldn't say she was too surprised. Heero would have been proud of his son's efforts at independence. She, on the other hand, needed him to remain at least a little dependent…just a little while longer.
She had been shocked, understandably, to discover that she was pregnant. Scared was another accurate descriptor, but she was thrilled as well. Of course, she didn't know how she would tell Heero, the idea made her dizzy, but ultimately, she was excited to tell him. She wasn't sure exactly how he would take it, yet she felt confident that once he noticed how happy she was with the news, he would be as well...she hoped anyway. She couldn't believe they were going to start a family. However, she never could have suspected that she would never get the chance to tell him. She never would have dreamed that her perfect soldier, her protector from the shadows, her husband wasn't coming home. She never could have fathomed that the love of her life was dead and never going to meet his son.
Once more, she shook herself out of the thought before her tears fell. She could no longer eat, instead she drank her much needed coffee as she finished feeding her little man. She then plucked him from his highchair, thanking Pagan, and took them both upstairs to get ready for their day.
Okay, so just an FYI...this story is completely finished and I will be posting it pretty quickly. No worries lovelies...I am still working on Peace Achieved. ;-)
Thank you, thank you, thank you to my AMAZING betas Ninjette Twitch, Beej88 and Wings Landing…y'all are my besties and betas and sanity in the rough seas of FF.
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