By Tracy (biancaheart@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG
Category: K/I, FF
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: A special Valentine's day addition to the series.
Disclaimer: "Valentine" is by Martina McBride. I own neither it nor
Roswell, okay?
He was so the man.
It was Valentine's Day- well almost- and he had a girlfriend. It was the first time in YEARS that he could say so.
So as he walked through the mall with Evan, he couldn't help but strut.
He had a girlfriend, and it was Isabel. Izzy.
They'd known each other ever since she hatched- in a small town like Roswell everyone new everyone else. That was how things were. They'd grown up in the same social circle, the "in-crowd". It wasn't until after Alex died that they became real close friends. And after Jesse died…
It had taken them 4 years, 4 years of living in the same house. 1,460 days. 35,040 hours. 2,102,400 seconds. And then, they finally kissed.
He loved her. He'd known that without a doubt, since New Years Eve, December 31, 2001. He'd resolved to spend 2002 getting over her. That was one resolution he couldn't keep.
And now, after love's long chase, she was his. Isabel greeted him at the door with a breathstopping kiss instead of a mere hug. And now, more than ever, they couldn't wait for Evan to go to bed- that was when the "fun" started.
Kyle leaned down and picked up Evan, hoisting him unto his shoulders. "So what do you think Mommy wants for Valentine's day, Evan?"
"Truck!"
Kyle chuckled. "That's what Evan wants."
"Mommy might like truck, too."
"How about this bear?" Kyle pointed to a white plush bear.
"Well…okay." Evan said after a few minutes of consideration. "Can we get a truck now?"
****
It was perfect.
Exactly what he wanted to get Isabel. The perfect gift.
He smiled down at the bag in his hand.
This would be a magical Valentine's day to remember.
He looked down at Evan, who was holding his new truck, courtesy of Kyle Valenti, the original softy. "Now Evan, we don't tell Mommy about Ky's gift, okay? It's a surprise. No telling." Kyle said, putting his hands to his lips.
Evan giggled and mimicked Kyle's stance. "No telling!" He squealed.
***
Somebody was kissing him- and it was a deep kiss. Talk about your dreams….and then Kyle woke up.
And he was being kissed.
Isabel was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning down over him.
"Ah, so Sleeping Beauty finally wakes up, huh?"
He was speechless.
Isabel laughed at his expression. "I thought I'd replace your alarm clock this morning."
"You can replace my alarm clock every morning." Kyle said, drawing her closer.
Their lips touched and once again they were caught in their own little world.
And as it often was, it was interrupted by Evan.
"HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. In his small arms, he was carrying two wrapped packages.
"And how did you get those?" Isabel laughed.
"Do we really want to know?" Kyle replied.
Evan handed one package to Isabel. Inside was the plush teddy bear that he'd picked out with Kyle, along with a homemade card.
The other package he handed to Kyle. Kyle ripped the paper open. Inside was a plaster imprint of Evan's handprints, offset in a heart.
"It's beautiful. Thank you, Evan." He said, giving the small boy a hug and kiss.
"Breakfast?" Isabel asked.
"As long as it's not French Toast." Kyle replied, thinking of the culinary disasters that Isabel had whipped up in the past.
"I got donuts."
***
"Woo-hoo, pretty boy." Todd, one of Kyle's coworkers exclaimed.
"What sort of crack are you on?"
"You got flowers. Isn't that like a girlie thing?"
"Where?"
"They're over there on your desk."
Kyle walked over to his desk, and smiled when he saw the bouquet of roses. A small card was tied onto the vase.
Happy Valentine's Day to my best Valentine- my Valenti Valentine.—Isabel
Kyle strutted around the rest of the day, a shit eating grin on his
face.
***
If there were no words, No way to speak,
I would still hear you.
If there were no tears, No way to feel inside,
I'd still feel for you.
And even if the sun refused to shine,
Even if romance ran out of rhyme.
You would still have my heart until the end of time,
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine.
All of my life, I have been waiting for,
All you give to me.
You've opened my eyes,
And showed me how to love unselfishly.
I've dreamed of this a thousand times before,
But in my dreams I couldn't love you more,
I will give you my heart,
Until the end of time...
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine.
And even if the sun refused to shine,
Even if romance ran out of rhyme,
You would still have my heart until the end of time.
'Cause all I need is you, my Valentine,
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine.
Later on that night, they danced, serenely happy in each other's arms. Dancing was a hobby of theirs- perhaps because the first time they kissed came during what seemed at the time an innocent dance.
Isabel had the living room decorated, rose petals all over the floor, and this song playing in the background. It was beautiful. And the words—they expressed exactly how he felt for Isabel.
As the song ended, Kyle kissed Isabel—a sensation he doubted he'd ever get sick of. "So do you want your present?"
"Yes!" Isabel said, enthusiastically. "Of course I do! Do you think you get all the spoiling on Valentine's Day or something?"
"Well, it is nice…."
"Kyle!"
He reached behind his back- how he'd been hiding anything there, she'd never know, and pulled out a beautiful purple rose. It was, large, larger than most roses were, and still closed.
"I wish it was open." She said wistfully.
"Use your powers."
"Powers?"
Kyle shot her a "duh" look. "Yeah. Alien type, you know?"
She smiled and placed her hand over the bloom.
A diamond solitaire ring fell into her other hand. "Oh, Kyle." She exclaimed, tears in her eyes.
Kyle dropped down to his knees. "Isabel, would you marry me?"
"I…I…."
Thousands of images whirled through Isabel's head. Alex. Jesse. Kyle. It was too soon, wasn't it? Too soon since Jesse died…she remembered dreamwalking Jesse. She remembered New Years Eve With Kyle, and Christmas…him with Evan…the way his lips felt on hers.
She would say no. She couldn't…not now…
"I…I…I…Yes." She felt happy. Blissfully happy.
"You will?" Kyle said, happy tears flowing out of her eyes.
"Yes. Nothing would make me happier than being your wife."
Kyle kissed his fiancé.
"I love you, Isabel."
"I love you, Kyle."