Summary: Glaz is off on a mission and Skylar decides to wear his shirt.
A/N: I do have an origin story for this pairing that I'm slowly working and hope to have the first chapter posted this month.
As quietly as she could, Skylar closed the door leading to Lara's nursery. She scrunched her face as she let go of the knob, hoping the little one will stay asleep. For a moment she waited outside her door, seeing if she would hear any fussing or crying. When she didn't, she let out a breath and headed over to check on little 5 year old Sasha.
She peaked her head through the already opened door, seeing Sasha all tuckered out in bed. Skylar leaned against his doorway, smiling to herself as she watched him sleep. He looked so much like Timur, same facial structure, same eyes and same hair color. And he even had the same personality. Little Sasha was a Glazkov through and through.
Skylar opened the door a little bit more, walking over to the bed and gently sat down on the edge of it. She fixed the blankets around him, tucking in his brown teddy bear next to him as well.
It seemed just like yesterday that her and Timur were stuck in that abandoned mine, with no radio and no service and hardly any food or water. How they spent nearly two weeks trying to find a way out. Eventually they both gave up hope that they were going to be rescued, believing they would die down there in the darkness of the mine. And after months of dancing around the subject, they finally confessed loving each other.
She never expected the first time they would make love would be on the dirty ground in a 1950's abandoned mine. How they both wanted to feel alive again before death finally collected.
A day later they were saved by both the Spetsnaz and FBI and nine months later, they welcomed Sasha into the world.
Sasha was an unplanned miracle to both Skylar and Timur. A permanent reminder that in their darkest hour they came together to create something they love more than life itself. And that they survived.
She brushed some of his black hair out of his face, leaning down to kiss his temple. "I love you my angel."
She quietly got off the bed to leave, leaving the door opened an inch before heading to her room.
Upon walking in to her room she grabbed her phone to check on Lara, who thankfully was still sound asleep. She set her phone aside to get up to change into something more comfortable.
Going to her dresser she pulled out a pair of baby blue shorts and one of Timur's white t-shirts and changed into them. She loved how big his shirts were on her and how comfy they were. It felt like he was there, with her and not on a mission right now.
She threw her dirty clothes in the hamper and went to go sit down on the bed, just as she was about to Lara started crying again. Skylar sighed through her nose, then headed back towards the nursery.
Skylar leaned down to pick her up, cradling her in her arms and gently rocked her. "I miss your papa too, but there's no need to cry, he'll be home soon."
She walked over to the rocking chair, sitting down to rock Lara back to sleep. It didn't take long to fully calm her down, she stopped crying in a matter of minutes. Skylar looked down to see her big blue eyes looking up at her, watching her. She leaned down, kissing her nose. "You just want your mommy, don't you Lara?"
There was no answer to be had, just blue eyes staring back at her. It was going to be a long, tiring night, so Skylar went for the ergo, making it a lot more easier on the both of them.
She placed Lara back down in her crib while she buckled the bottom buckle around her waist. Picking her up a few seconds later, keeping her snug against her chest as she buckled the back. Now Lara was happy being snuggled up against her mom and Skylar was happy because she could be hands free if needed, while having a non fussy infant.
Skylar walked over to the window, looking out to see the full moon glowing over Vladivostok. It was the first clear night in over a week, she never knew Russia got so much snow. More so than Maine, that was for sure.
The automatic light to the back porch flickered on, engulfing the back yard in light. She could see the snowman Sasha and Timur made a few days ago, before he had to leave on his mission. It still had it's carrot nose and button eyes and Skylar's old red plaid scarf around its neck.
She shook her head and chuckled. All it took was Sasha's big blue eyes as he asked if they had a scarf for his snowman to make Skylar go into her closet and pull out one of her own, knowing it would be ruined. She just couldn't say no to him, and it was just a scarf, nothing she couldn't repurchase.
After a moment she decided to head downstairs and make a cup of tea and watch some netflix. Grabbing the tea kettle off the stove to put some more water in it. She turned the faucet on just as soon as she heard the front door open. She set the tea kettle down near the sink, leaving the water running as she walked to the front door.
She smiled when she saw Timur placing his OTs-03 marksman rifle against the wall, then took off his jacket and pulled down his balaclava.
"I wasn't expecting to see you so soon." She walked over to him, leaning up to kiss him.
"Milaya, I'd thought you'd be in bed." He looked down to see Lara wide awake and looking up at him. He smiled down at her, then gave her a kiss on the head. "I see our printsessa is awake as well."
"Yup, every time I put her down she cries."
Timur grabbed his rifle from the wall, both of the walking into the kitchen. She shut the faucet off, forgetting about making a cup of tea. He walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "She wants her mama!"
"I know! It's that age where they get attached. I remember when Sasha was like this, crying every time I put him down, because I thought he was asleep."
"They're cute, you can't stay mad at them." He kissed her temple and let go of them. "Why don't we head upstairs so I can wash the paint of my face and we can watch a movie before getting some sleep?"
"Sounds perfect."
Skylar headed up first, followed by Timur after he shut the light off. Once in their bedroom she unclipped the top part of the ergo, taking Lara out and laying her on the bed. She automatically began to fuss a little, making her wonder if she should swaddle her. She tossed the ergo on the back of the chair and went for a swaddle blanket.
Timur walked into the room a few seconds later, sitting on the bed as he took the magazine out of his gun and the bullet that was still in the chamber. He put the bullet back in the magazine and placed it on his night stand.
"Did everything work out alright milaya?" He brought his foot up on the bed to untie his boot, glancing over to see her swaddling Lara. "I knew how worried you were before I left."
She took Lara in her arms and sat down. "Everything worked out really well. Sasha did miss his papa and would ask when you were coming home. Other than that, it was fairly easy and Sasha loves helping me with Lara."
"I'm glad! I missed you guys too and wished I was here, rather than there."
"Just be thankful that you don't have to live on base, and you can be here, with us!"
He placed his boots on the ground and got up. "I know, not a lot of men get that choice. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Skylar watched him walk into the bathroom, eyes darting down to his ass. She looked down to see Lara has finally fell back asleep. She gently placed her down on Timur's side of the bed and quickly go under the covers, picking her back up and placed her on her chest.
Timur walked out of the bathroom, fresh faced, then headed towards the dresser. He pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweats, changing into them. He tossed his fatigues into the hamper and got into bed next to her.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, feeling that familiar fabric under his palm. "Is that my shirt?"
She laughed and looked over at him, seeing the confusion on his face. "You didn't notice downstairs?"
"No. I was busy paying attention to you and our daughter." He chuckled. "You look good in it."
"Thanks! I usually wear your shirts when you're gone, it makes it seem like you're here."
Skylar sighed. So much has changed for both of them in the past six years, marriage, kids, Skylar retiring from work to be at home with said kids. She doesn't regret that decision, leaving work, but she would be lying if she said she doesn't miss Timur every time he has a mission.
"Like how I wear your dog tags when out on a mission, to keep you close."
"And don't forget the family picture in your pocket."
"And that too." He chuckled.
They locked eyes, gazing into them. He leaned over, being mindful of the little one asleep on her chest and placed a passionate kiss upon her lips. For first in over 48 hours - if there wasn't a sleeping infant on her chest she would've deepened it. Hoping the night would end a little differently.
Timur pulled away, resting their foreheads together. "I love you!"
"I love you too!"
He went back to his original position beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder again and pulled them close. This was where he was meant to be, in his little house in Vladivostok with his wife and children. The wife and children he was so blessed to have!
