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Quick Author's note: Well guys . . . after careful deliberation (and a lot of procrastination) I finally decided it should just be an epilogue. Now without further ado . . .
It Happened to Me- Epilogue
The chilly breeze sent shivers down Heero's back as he opened the large French doors leading out to the balcony. Leaning against the railing, he watched the cars and people scurry about outside of the manor walls on the cold, December night. The quiet murmur of the urban estate relaxed the ex-assassin, putting him in a reflective mood. A smile graced his features, as he recalled how severely his life had changed not just in the four years since he'd been married, but over the span of time since he crash landed on the beach so many years ago. He knew every last change in himself, everything that was suddenly worth defending, came from his blond haired goddess.
A tug at his pant leg turned his attention to his six-year-old daughter and almost four-year-old son. Smiling at them both, he grasped one in each arm and held them up to stand on the ledge to see the city from their perch. Bethany smiled and pointed and gasped when the wind tugged at her skirt of her nightgown and her blond curls whilst her brother, Nicholas, clung to his father's arm and tentatively peeked over his feet at the world below. Heero watched in awe of his children's reactions to the planet around them. It made him proud to have helped to give them a kind of world in which there was no fear and for their impressionable minds, peace prevailed. And then with one last glance and shouted farewell, the two children were lowered back to the ground.
"Beth, Nick . . . what are you two doing up?"
The two squirmed under their father's scrutinizing watch. Beth was the one to lift her face and explain their being up at such a late evening. "Daddy, Nick and I couldn't sleep. He had a nightmare and woke me up and then I couldn't sleep anymore either."
Nick nodded his blond head in affirmation. With an almost exasperated sigh, Heero lifted them again, this time cradling them in his arms and carrying the two back to their large, shared room. He tucked them both in, kissing their foreheads before crossing the bedroom to switch off the light. Before he could though, his son's small voice echoed through the room . . . and his heart.
"G'night Daddy, I love you."
Heero paused at the light and turned back to face Nicholas. The three-year- old smiled at his father, and Bethany called from beneath her pale pink comforter. "I love you too, Daddy. See you in the morning."
The sheer, unconditional love and innocence that resonated through both children's simple, but heartfelt statements almost brought the former gundam pilot to tears. Repressing the still forming lump in his throat, he switched off the light and whispered, "I love you both. Sweet dreams, don't let the bed bugs bite."
Having an unchecked emotion surge running through his veins, Heero sobbed openly in the hall outside of the kid's room. Once his cries, shudders, and hiccups subsided, he walked wearily back towards his room. But upon reaching the door he passed by it and opened the next door down, the nursery door. Inside he found his three-week-old son, Joshua, sleeping peacefully with a pacifier in his mouth. Gently, Heero ran his callused hand over the slumbering babe's head and around his back. The baby shifted and began to make the sounds of awakening, and Heero let him. But before Joshua could work himself in a full throttle wail, Heero picked him up and carried him downstairs to the kitchen.
While the formula was heating, Heero sat at the table with Joshua cradled on his lap, noisily sucking on his pacifier. He analyzed the child in his arms; while Beth and Nick were blond, Josh had his chocolate brown hair. And while Beth had her father's emerald eyes and Nick had his father's dark cobalt eyes, Joshua had his mother's sky blue eyes.
The microwave beeped, signaling the completion of its contents. Heero stood, careful of his son's delicate frame, and collected the bottle to screw the top and rubber nipple on. After testing the temperature of the liquid on his wrist, Heero stuck the end of the bottle into the Joshua's waiting mouth. He paced around the kitchen with the baby, pausing occasionally to burp him or to re-adjust the bottle. Upon the meal's completion, he rinsed the bottle and left it in the sink to be cleaned at a more convenient hour. Quietly humming a lullaby that he never remembered learning, Heero rocked the infant all the way up the stairs and into the nursery. Letting the final strands of the mysterious melody drift through the air, Heero lay the now sleeping baby down in the crib and crept out of the room.
Noting the late hour, Heero finally found his way back into his room. He shut the balcony doors and slipped back between the sheets and comforters. Almost immediately Heero found a mop of honey blond strands across this shoulder and a warm body pressed to his side. Pulling her closer, he wrapped his arms around her thin frame and inhaled the delightful scent of her hair. With a yawn and sleepy stretch, Relena's eyes fluttered open and sought out his.
"Where did you go?"
He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. "I couldn't sleep so I went out on the balcony."
"But I checked there."
"Beth and Nick came in so I had to put them back to bed."
"We're going to have to break them of that habi . . ."
Heero interrupted with a finger to her lips. "Let's let it go for now, they're still young."
"I wonder why Josh hasn't woken up yet. I should go chec . . ."
Once again, Heero silenced her. "I was in there when he woke up. He's already been fed."
Relena smiled and buried her face into her husband's chest. "Thank you Heero. I love you."
Her voice was laden with an underlying emotion he knew couldn't be expressed in any words and Heero's heart once again filled to the breaking point. "I know Relena, and I love you too."
No way over it No way around it If we want it We have to go through it
Fight for love
And the world
Tries to break us down But the world will bend And the fight will end Love will always win
~Faith Hill- 'Love Will Always Win'~
I'm sorry this didn't come out any sooner, I think some of you might have thought I'd never post it. Well, I've been sick, I've been working on our school's play ('The Best Christmas Pageant Ever'), and I broke my wrist. So in short, I just haven't had time. But now it's Sunday evening and I'm finally done with the play, so I decided to put what time I've gained back into this. As for a sequel, I just didn't think I had enough loose ends to make a sequel without losing sight of the original story. And I want to thank everyone who reviewed; you all were my inspiration 99.9% of the time. I think if it weren't for the faithful few I might have gotten bored with this a long time ago and given up. Thank you again.
~*~Jess~*~
Quick Author's note: Well guys . . . after careful deliberation (and a lot of procrastination) I finally decided it should just be an epilogue. Now without further ado . . .
It Happened to Me- Epilogue
The chilly breeze sent shivers down Heero's back as he opened the large French doors leading out to the balcony. Leaning against the railing, he watched the cars and people scurry about outside of the manor walls on the cold, December night. The quiet murmur of the urban estate relaxed the ex-assassin, putting him in a reflective mood. A smile graced his features, as he recalled how severely his life had changed not just in the four years since he'd been married, but over the span of time since he crash landed on the beach so many years ago. He knew every last change in himself, everything that was suddenly worth defending, came from his blond haired goddess.
A tug at his pant leg turned his attention to his six-year-old daughter and almost four-year-old son. Smiling at them both, he grasped one in each arm and held them up to stand on the ledge to see the city from their perch. Bethany smiled and pointed and gasped when the wind tugged at her skirt of her nightgown and her blond curls whilst her brother, Nicholas, clung to his father's arm and tentatively peeked over his feet at the world below. Heero watched in awe of his children's reactions to the planet around them. It made him proud to have helped to give them a kind of world in which there was no fear and for their impressionable minds, peace prevailed. And then with one last glance and shouted farewell, the two children were lowered back to the ground.
"Beth, Nick . . . what are you two doing up?"
The two squirmed under their father's scrutinizing watch. Beth was the one to lift her face and explain their being up at such a late evening. "Daddy, Nick and I couldn't sleep. He had a nightmare and woke me up and then I couldn't sleep anymore either."
Nick nodded his blond head in affirmation. With an almost exasperated sigh, Heero lifted them again, this time cradling them in his arms and carrying the two back to their large, shared room. He tucked them both in, kissing their foreheads before crossing the bedroom to switch off the light. Before he could though, his son's small voice echoed through the room . . . and his heart.
"G'night Daddy, I love you."
Heero paused at the light and turned back to face Nicholas. The three-year- old smiled at his father, and Bethany called from beneath her pale pink comforter. "I love you too, Daddy. See you in the morning."
The sheer, unconditional love and innocence that resonated through both children's simple, but heartfelt statements almost brought the former gundam pilot to tears. Repressing the still forming lump in his throat, he switched off the light and whispered, "I love you both. Sweet dreams, don't let the bed bugs bite."
Having an unchecked emotion surge running through his veins, Heero sobbed openly in the hall outside of the kid's room. Once his cries, shudders, and hiccups subsided, he walked wearily back towards his room. But upon reaching the door he passed by it and opened the next door down, the nursery door. Inside he found his three-week-old son, Joshua, sleeping peacefully with a pacifier in his mouth. Gently, Heero ran his callused hand over the slumbering babe's head and around his back. The baby shifted and began to make the sounds of awakening, and Heero let him. But before Joshua could work himself in a full throttle wail, Heero picked him up and carried him downstairs to the kitchen.
While the formula was heating, Heero sat at the table with Joshua cradled on his lap, noisily sucking on his pacifier. He analyzed the child in his arms; while Beth and Nick were blond, Josh had his chocolate brown hair. And while Beth had her father's emerald eyes and Nick had his father's dark cobalt eyes, Joshua had his mother's sky blue eyes.
The microwave beeped, signaling the completion of its contents. Heero stood, careful of his son's delicate frame, and collected the bottle to screw the top and rubber nipple on. After testing the temperature of the liquid on his wrist, Heero stuck the end of the bottle into the Joshua's waiting mouth. He paced around the kitchen with the baby, pausing occasionally to burp him or to re-adjust the bottle. Upon the meal's completion, he rinsed the bottle and left it in the sink to be cleaned at a more convenient hour. Quietly humming a lullaby that he never remembered learning, Heero rocked the infant all the way up the stairs and into the nursery. Letting the final strands of the mysterious melody drift through the air, Heero lay the now sleeping baby down in the crib and crept out of the room.
Noting the late hour, Heero finally found his way back into his room. He shut the balcony doors and slipped back between the sheets and comforters. Almost immediately Heero found a mop of honey blond strands across this shoulder and a warm body pressed to his side. Pulling her closer, he wrapped his arms around her thin frame and inhaled the delightful scent of her hair. With a yawn and sleepy stretch, Relena's eyes fluttered open and sought out his.
"Where did you go?"
He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. "I couldn't sleep so I went out on the balcony."
"But I checked there."
"Beth and Nick came in so I had to put them back to bed."
"We're going to have to break them of that habi . . ."
Heero interrupted with a finger to her lips. "Let's let it go for now, they're still young."
"I wonder why Josh hasn't woken up yet. I should go chec . . ."
Once again, Heero silenced her. "I was in there when he woke up. He's already been fed."
Relena smiled and buried her face into her husband's chest. "Thank you Heero. I love you."
Her voice was laden with an underlying emotion he knew couldn't be expressed in any words and Heero's heart once again filled to the breaking point. "I know Relena, and I love you too."
No way over it No way around it If we want it We have to go through it
Fight for love
And the world
Tries to break us down But the world will bend And the fight will end Love will always win
~Faith Hill- 'Love Will Always Win'~
I'm sorry this didn't come out any sooner, I think some of you might have thought I'd never post it. Well, I've been sick, I've been working on our school's play ('The Best Christmas Pageant Ever'), and I broke my wrist. So in short, I just haven't had time. But now it's Sunday evening and I'm finally done with the play, so I decided to put what time I've gained back into this. As for a sequel, I just didn't think I had enough loose ends to make a sequel without losing sight of the original story. And I want to thank everyone who reviewed; you all were my inspiration 99.9% of the time. I think if it weren't for the faithful few I might have gotten bored with this a long time ago and given up. Thank you again.
~*~Jess~*~