Green Eggs and Ham
Epilogue
Author: Robbie (curlygurly87@hotmail.com)
Spoilers: Not really, General up through what we've seen of Season 9
Archive: Ask and you shall receive.
Disclaimer: While I'd love to be able to lay claim to every character in the story, not a one really belongs to me. They are the property of the big shots at NBC, Warner Brothers, Amblin Productions etc …
Summary: The passing of three years brings new experiences for our hero and his love.
Authors Notes: Well, here's the end to our little story ;) I had a lot of fun writing this one, and it's my hope as an author that you've enjoyed reading it as much I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to Sara for beta-ing for me and thanks to all my loyal reviewers. This one's for you guys! Merry Christmas to all, stay happy and safe!
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Three Years Later …
It's been a long day, I want nothing more than to fall into bed beside my beloved and sleep until the end of the world. I ascend the staircase, treading lightly, just in case she's sleeping. A deep voice comes from her room and I figure that she must still be awake.
I come to the door and find it slightly ajar. A deep voice inside speaks, low and soothingly. As I come closer, the words come into focus.
"I will not eat them, Sam I am … I will not eat Green Eggs and Ham, I will not eat them in a house, I will not eat them by a mouse."
A grin spreads slowly across my face as I push the door open. My husband is sitting in the rocking chair; a precious bundle wrapped in a pink blanket is nestled in the crook of his arm. Her tiny fingers are wrapped around his thumb and by the light of the dim lamp in her room; I can see her rich brown eyes eagerly watching his every move.
I smile ruefully. "Dr. Seuss?"
He looks up, eyes brightening. "Dr. Carter, actually, but you have my permission to call me whatever you'd like."
"He wasn't even a real doctor, you know."
I cross the room and kneel down by his knees, brushing a finger along my six month old daughter's arm. She blinks tiredly as I stand up and take her from Carter's arms.
"Oh, mommy missed her baby today." I position her so that her head rests on my shoulder and slowly start to rub her back. I walk over to the crib, gently kissing her soft downy hair. I lay her down in the crib, smoothing a blanket over her sleeping form. John walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing the nape of my neck.
"We did good with her." I whisper.
"It was the right decision. I told you you'd love being a mother."
I sigh as I grip his hand and we turn to leave her for the night. "I hope she's okay."
"She is okay," he affirms.
"I hope she stays okay."
"She's perfect."
"I know."
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I crawl into bed, double checking that the baby monitor is on and that its right near my head if she needs me in the middle of the night. So much has happened in the last three years since that fateful Christmas day that we lost that special patient. She taught me to live life to the fullest, because no matter what you overcome, you never know what's going to hit you next. I was afraid of commitment, of marriage, of motherhood. And now, I'm married to John and I'm the mother of his child. With a smile, I realize that my fantasy of seeing him read to our baby like he did to little Sasha Reynolds has come true.
He rolls over and wraps his arms around me. After all this time together, the touch of our bare skin against each other still sends shivers down my spine. So much has changed, and at the same time, some things, like his love for me, haven't changed at all.
I find myself thinking about having more children, giving our daughter siblings, enlarging our family.
John's voice brings me back to consciousness. "Would you eat them?"
"Eat what?" I turn to him in confusion.
"Green eggs and ham?"
I giggle seductively. "I don't know, … maybe in a bed."
"What about on my head?" He leans over me and begins to kiss my collarbone.
"Only if it was clean." I mutter, leaning into his kisses; loosing myself in his touch.
"My head is always clean"
"What about with some salt?" I continue this little banter. We've been so tired and busy lately … we haven't had time for other things.
"Maybe chocolate malt."
I raise my eyebrows at him. "Would you eat them on my nose?"
"I would. Perhaps … beside a rose?"
"You're cheating on me with someone named Rose?"
"How'd you find out?"
"I have a knack for these things. Is she good in bed?"
"Not quite as good as another woman I know."
"There are other women?"
"Just one."
He seizes my face in his hands and kisses me with such passionate vigor, you'd think this was the first time we were ever going to make love.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
A fleeting thought crosses my mind before I'm completely lost in him. I've finally found what I've been searching for my entire live … it's him, it's our daughter. I love them both so much; it's implausible to me to not have them in my life. Despite the pitfalls, motherhood is for me. I can't imagine things any other way.
A throaty chuckle escapes from my lips, "Maybe we're getting a head start on that second baby …"
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