Heya, everybody! Now, I'm still working on How Could This Happen To Me?, but I felt like taking a little break from all the drama and angst, so I wrote this. Now, it's a follow up for Endgame, but I don't think there are any spoilers. Oh, and it's fairly AU, so be warned! Now, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
This little oneshot is dedicated to Paige, cause she wanted a little fluff. Here ya go!
"Hi," she said softly, somewhat shyly. He didn't stir at her voice, but she went ahead and shed her shoes, gun, and jacket. "You want to talk about it?"
He remained silent, but judging from the pattern of his breathing, she knew that he was still awake. "Bobby, please… you should talk about this." No answer. She sighed deeply and rolled her pants off of her hips, then grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it off over her shoulders. Once she was stripped of her work clothes, she reached into the closet and retrieved one of his t-shirts, then put it on.
Now dressed only in his shirt, she sat on the edge of the bed, then stretched out and rested her hands on her stomach.
She could hear his shallow breaths, and she knew that his mind was in overdrive, contemplating the unanswered questions of his own parentage. "Bobby…"
Suddenly he rolled over and buried himself in her side, and she automatically wrapped her arms around him and pulled his head down to rest on her breast. "Bobby, I know it's none of my business, but I just want to tell you one thing." She took a deep breath. "It doesn't matter to me who or what your parents are. I don't care. All I care is that you are you, and you're mine. That's all I've ever cared about."
He still remained silent, but she could feel him trembling against her. She had to reach him, somehow.
With a small grunt, she shimmied down and found his eyes with hers. Holding his gaze, she pressed her hand against his cheek and said, "Answer this question then, Bobby. If you found out that my dad was a murdering rapist, would you love me any less?"
"No," he said instantly, and she smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
"Then what makes you think that I could love you any less?" She reached down and grabbed his large hand, then pulled it to rest over her belly, where their child was kicking wildly. "Or that this baby will love you any less?"
He gently rolled her onto her side and pressed his front to her back, holding her close to his chest. His hands remained on her stomach, and she let her head fall back and rest against his chest.
"I guess… I guess it doesn't really matter, does it?" he asked bitterly. "They're all dead, and none of them gave a damn about me."
She squeezed his big hands as tightly as she could. "But I do," she stated firmly. "I love you, so much. You and this baby… Bobby, you two are my entire world. It's the three of us. We're a family."
He pressed his face into her hair and inhaled deeply. "And that's… that's all I need," he said finally, and she smiled and rubbed her belly.
"Good, because you're all I need," she murmured, her eyes drifting shut. "I love you, Bobby."
"Love you too, Alex." He reached down and pulled the blankets over them, then curled his big body around her protectively, as he did every night since they had first started sharing a bed.
She fell asleep in his arms, and he followed her soon after, finally sure of who he really was.
The End...
A/N: Well, there ya'll have it, folks! Hope you enjoyed it, and please remember to review!