The end of the line is here. I hope you all enjoyed! Y is for Years
The album is dark leather and warms easily in his hands when he lifts it off the shelf.
Fifty-five years old, Arthur sits down on the couch and opens the book. In the glossy pictures, Hannah smiles back at him, her baby-round cheeks dimpled with joy. Even after all these years, he still remembers what she was looking at.
An arm wraps around his shoulders as a familiar weight settles onto the couch next to him.
"Oh, bloody Nora, look at her. She's so cute," Eames whispers, leaning his head against his husband's. "There we are at the park. Aw, pumpkin carving. Your suit got so ruined."
"I didn't expect her to throw the guts at me," Arthur says. "If she'd given me a minute, I would have changed into my sweatpants."
"I know," Eames says with a smile. "Oh look, darling, there she is graduating from middle school. And there's her first high school awards ceremony."
"This is her first drama production," Arthur adds with a small smile. "Look at her. So serious."
"And here's her college graduation. You cried so much, then, darling." Eames pulls Arthur close and kisses his temple.
"Not as much as you," Arthur teases back. "God, she's twenty-five. Where has the time gone?"
"Forward, just like she has."
-oooxooo-
Z is for Zeke
The blue bundle is so small in his arms that he's afraid that he'll break the tiny boy inside. He is careful, sitting very still with the baby's head pillowed against the crook of his elbow.
His daughter's eyes are smiling at him, and his husband hasn't stopped watching them; him and their new grandson. By the bed, Jared's face glows with all the love a new father has to offer.
After an eternity, he lifts a hand to gently stroke the baby's cheek. "What's his name?" he asks softly, still enraptured with the infant in his arms.
"Zeke," Hannah says, eyes shining with joy. "Ezekiel William Belmont."
"Zeke," he repeats in wonder. "Hello, Zeke."
When he finally gives the baby back to Jared, his husband hugs him close, and he can feel the soft breaths of laughter against his neck, the pride and happiness radiating off of the man behind him.
"It's all right, Arty. You can breathe now," his husband says. "You always were so careful."
And Arthur and Eames think back, back to when they held a small pink bundle so gently, afraid that they would break the tiny baby girl inside, and know that there is nothing in the world better than this.
The end! But now we must get into business:
1. I WILL be writing a full-length Hannah fic.
2. I will write it when I'm done with my current project, which may take me a while, so be patient.
3. When it is finished, how would you like me to post it? On the end of here, or as it's own separate story? You caould just put me on author alert, if you want it as a separate enitity.
Please review and tell me how you would like to see the fic posted. Right now I'm leaning toward as a separate fic, but I'd like your opinons. :) Thanks!
