Gone~ epilogue
He sits, flipping through the pages that hold hundreds and thousands of happy memories. Memories of their newfound happiness, memories of their newfound life, memories of their beautiful daughter.
They had had a wonderful wedding. It had been a beautiful, bright sunny day, filled with happiness. The guests had arrived and the ceremony had been perfect. Sydney had looked more extravagant than ever before, her creamy white dress flowing around her. He smiled to himself as he looked at the picture of himself with Jack; Jack had his arm around his shoulder. The only time he had ever seen Jack happier was the day his granddaughter was born. He was glad to finally be accepted by Jack, and they had grown much closer in the past few years. He was growing with age, but his love for the family seemed never-ending. Several years ago, Vaughn never would have believed this to be Jack Bristow.
He flipped to another picture, his mother holding Jeannine. Jeannie was a beautiful child; she had still been young at the time of the wedding and had been cuddled and fussed over that whole day. She looked simply adorable in her little pink flowered dress. His mother's smile was bright and brilliant. She had been so happy that he had finally found someone he loved, that he had finally settled down and started a family. Smiling to himself he continued flipping through the pages.
He came to a picture of a little girl; her face covered with smudges of chocolate cake and laughed. It was Jeannie's first birthday. In the background he could see other little children running around, some of them his very own nephews and nieces, but the one thing that caught his attention was his little girl's smile and her mother laughing expression as she tried to wipe the chocolate off of her face. The next picture was one of Jeannie sleeping in her teddy bear pajamas. There were streamers hanging around the room and four balloons were tied to her crib, it was the night of her birthday.
He continued flipping through the book and came to a picture of their closest friends. Francie, Will, Eric, Claudia, Michael, and Sydney were all smiling and laughing, with their arms around each other's shoulders. Francie and Will had gotten married shortly after Sydney and Michael and had a little boy named Drew who was extremely energetic. Eric had also found someone to spend his life with shortly after the wedding. Claudia and him were living happily in a large house on the edges of Los Angeles with their kids, Jeremy and Diane. The picture had been taken on Sydney's birthday three years ago and brought back great memories.
Looking through this album always made him feel better, it made him feel normal. Everything captured in this album was captured during their new life filled with normalcy. Everything that Sydney had ever wanted, a beautiful house, a loving husband, a caring father, a lovely daughter, now they had it all.
He was untangled form this web of memories by the sound of laughter coming from upstairs. He put the book carefully back in the shelf and climbed the stairs slowly to his daughter's bedroom. Leaning against the frame of the door he observed the cheerful scene. Sydney was tickling Jeannie with enthusiasm and she was laughing loudly, her smile always brought joy to his life.
"Mommy! Stop it!" she giggled loudly and tried to push her away playfully. That's when she saw Michael standing at the door.
"Daddy!" she spurt out between giggles, "make her stop!" She was laughing hysterically as he walked into the room and laid down on the small bed with his wife and daughter. Sydney stopped tickling her and planted a kiss on Michael's cheek. He kissed his daughter's forehead and stood up, helping Sydney up as well.
"Come on Jeannie, it's time to sleep sweetie" She looked disappointed but obeyed and slipped under the covers as her parents tucked her in. They were about to leave the room when Jeannie's innocent voice broke the silence.
"Mommy, Daddy, when is my little brother or sister coming?" Sydney smiled and sat down o the edge of the bed, Michael's hand on her shoulder. She put her daughter's small hand in hers and spoke quietly.
"The baby will be here soon sweetie, we have to be patient" Jeannie's brow furrowed, just like her fathers, but then she smiled, her bright green eyes shimmering in the darkness. She wrapped her arms as best she could around her mother's belly and kissed it.
"Goodnight baby" She said smiling and tucking a large brown curl behind her ear and brining a smile to her parent's lips as well.
"Okay honey, time for bed" Her father hugged her and she yawned and pulled the covers over her sleepily. They left the room, lingering at the doorway to make sure their daughter would be okay. They made their way down the hall and into their bedroom where Michael Vaughn wrapped his arms around his wife and smothered her with kisses, "Well Mrs. Vaughn, you have a very curious little girl" Sydney giggled and kissed her husband sweetly, her lips lingering near his as she spoke.
"I guess she is, just like her mother"
Adam Christophe Vaughn was born on January 30, 2009
*The End*
A/N: all right y'all; I finally beat my lazy side and typed this up for all of ya! I know its incredibly mushy and corny, but hey, you asked for it! ;) Thanks for all the support and feedback you guys have been giving me since the beginning of this fic, I really appreciate it!
He sits, flipping through the pages that hold hundreds and thousands of happy memories. Memories of their newfound happiness, memories of their newfound life, memories of their beautiful daughter.
They had had a wonderful wedding. It had been a beautiful, bright sunny day, filled with happiness. The guests had arrived and the ceremony had been perfect. Sydney had looked more extravagant than ever before, her creamy white dress flowing around her. He smiled to himself as he looked at the picture of himself with Jack; Jack had his arm around his shoulder. The only time he had ever seen Jack happier was the day his granddaughter was born. He was glad to finally be accepted by Jack, and they had grown much closer in the past few years. He was growing with age, but his love for the family seemed never-ending. Several years ago, Vaughn never would have believed this to be Jack Bristow.
He flipped to another picture, his mother holding Jeannine. Jeannie was a beautiful child; she had still been young at the time of the wedding and had been cuddled and fussed over that whole day. She looked simply adorable in her little pink flowered dress. His mother's smile was bright and brilliant. She had been so happy that he had finally found someone he loved, that he had finally settled down and started a family. Smiling to himself he continued flipping through the pages.
He came to a picture of a little girl; her face covered with smudges of chocolate cake and laughed. It was Jeannie's first birthday. In the background he could see other little children running around, some of them his very own nephews and nieces, but the one thing that caught his attention was his little girl's smile and her mother laughing expression as she tried to wipe the chocolate off of her face. The next picture was one of Jeannie sleeping in her teddy bear pajamas. There were streamers hanging around the room and four balloons were tied to her crib, it was the night of her birthday.
He continued flipping through the book and came to a picture of their closest friends. Francie, Will, Eric, Claudia, Michael, and Sydney were all smiling and laughing, with their arms around each other's shoulders. Francie and Will had gotten married shortly after Sydney and Michael and had a little boy named Drew who was extremely energetic. Eric had also found someone to spend his life with shortly after the wedding. Claudia and him were living happily in a large house on the edges of Los Angeles with their kids, Jeremy and Diane. The picture had been taken on Sydney's birthday three years ago and brought back great memories.
Looking through this album always made him feel better, it made him feel normal. Everything captured in this album was captured during their new life filled with normalcy. Everything that Sydney had ever wanted, a beautiful house, a loving husband, a caring father, a lovely daughter, now they had it all.
He was untangled form this web of memories by the sound of laughter coming from upstairs. He put the book carefully back in the shelf and climbed the stairs slowly to his daughter's bedroom. Leaning against the frame of the door he observed the cheerful scene. Sydney was tickling Jeannie with enthusiasm and she was laughing loudly, her smile always brought joy to his life.
"Mommy! Stop it!" she giggled loudly and tried to push her away playfully. That's when she saw Michael standing at the door.
"Daddy!" she spurt out between giggles, "make her stop!" She was laughing hysterically as he walked into the room and laid down on the small bed with his wife and daughter. Sydney stopped tickling her and planted a kiss on Michael's cheek. He kissed his daughter's forehead and stood up, helping Sydney up as well.
"Come on Jeannie, it's time to sleep sweetie" She looked disappointed but obeyed and slipped under the covers as her parents tucked her in. They were about to leave the room when Jeannie's innocent voice broke the silence.
"Mommy, Daddy, when is my little brother or sister coming?" Sydney smiled and sat down o the edge of the bed, Michael's hand on her shoulder. She put her daughter's small hand in hers and spoke quietly.
"The baby will be here soon sweetie, we have to be patient" Jeannie's brow furrowed, just like her fathers, but then she smiled, her bright green eyes shimmering in the darkness. She wrapped her arms as best she could around her mother's belly and kissed it.
"Goodnight baby" She said smiling and tucking a large brown curl behind her ear and brining a smile to her parent's lips as well.
"Okay honey, time for bed" Her father hugged her and she yawned and pulled the covers over her sleepily. They left the room, lingering at the doorway to make sure their daughter would be okay. They made their way down the hall and into their bedroom where Michael Vaughn wrapped his arms around his wife and smothered her with kisses, "Well Mrs. Vaughn, you have a very curious little girl" Sydney giggled and kissed her husband sweetly, her lips lingering near his as she spoke.
"I guess she is, just like her mother"
Adam Christophe Vaughn was born on January 30, 2009
*The End*
A/N: all right y'all; I finally beat my lazy side and typed this up for all of ya! I know its incredibly mushy and corny, but hey, you asked for it! ;) Thanks for all the support and feedback you guys have been giving me since the beginning of this fic, I really appreciate it!