Title: God's Timing
Author: Medie
email: Medison@thezone.net
Archive: Sure
Rating: G
Keywords: Peggyfic, 155fic (hey Debbie! I actually did one! *G*)
CiaC Words: Baby/Smooth/Silk
Spoilers: Not a one!
Disclaimers: Me no own MW. Wish me did.
Summary: a 155 drabblefic. I have no clue where this came from but I wanted
to do a Peggyfic and this popped into my head.
"God's Timing"
by Med
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Sometimes, the best miracles aren't the ones that have to be chased or
hunted, they're the ones that just happen.
Quietly, Peggy advanced into the softly lit room to look down into the crib
that waited by the window. She rested her hands on the railing, her eyes
watching the baby that lay before her.
One hand reached out to lightly stroke the infant's smooth cheek. She'd
never even dreamed of this, of parenthood, she'd long since believed that
chance had passed. But, as Declan had told her, that's what makes a miracle.
When people give up hope, they forget God may have other plans.
Apparently, Peggy noted with a smile, God had other plans. With careful
movements, she lifted the baby into her silk-clad arms, and sat in the chair
next to the crib. Rhythmically, she rocked her child, humming softly.
After a time, she glanced out at the stars and murmured. "Thank you."
Finis
Author: Medie
email: Medison@thezone.net
Archive: Sure
Rating: G
Keywords: Peggyfic, 155fic (hey Debbie! I actually did one! *G*)
CiaC Words: Baby/Smooth/Silk
Spoilers: Not a one!
Disclaimers: Me no own MW. Wish me did.
Summary: a 155 drabblefic. I have no clue where this came from but I wanted
to do a Peggyfic and this popped into my head.
"God's Timing"
by Med
---------
Sometimes, the best miracles aren't the ones that have to be chased or
hunted, they're the ones that just happen.
Quietly, Peggy advanced into the softly lit room to look down into the crib
that waited by the window. She rested her hands on the railing, her eyes
watching the baby that lay before her.
One hand reached out to lightly stroke the infant's smooth cheek. She'd
never even dreamed of this, of parenthood, she'd long since believed that
chance had passed. But, as Declan had told her, that's what makes a miracle.
When people give up hope, they forget God may have other plans.
Apparently, Peggy noted with a smile, God had other plans. With careful
movements, she lifted the baby into her silk-clad arms, and sat in the chair
next to the crib. Rhythmically, she rocked her child, humming softly.
After a time, she glanced out at the stars and murmured. "Thank you."
Finis