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Part 2
"Sydney," Vaughn put down his fork, concentrating all his attention on the woman across his dinner table, "are you alright? You're not eating."
Sydney pushed a few peas around on her plate. Vaughn had cooked her a French pasta dish, but the rich smell of it was turning her stomach, even though she was sure it tasted wonderful. Vaughn was eating it fast enough, after all. She tried to smile.
"I think I've come down with something." It was almost the truth. She didn't want to lie and she didn't want to postpone the inevitable, but she wasn't even sure how to start this conversation.
"You should go see a doctor, Sydney." I will be Vaughn, for the next 9 months, she thought.
"Here at least eat some bread." He handed her a slice of garlic bread. The strong odor was too much, and she jumped out of her seat, and rushed to the bathroom. He waited until she stopped throwing up to join her in there. She sat on the floor by the toilet, holding her head. He sat next to her, and pulled her into his arms.
"Tell me now." He insisted. She didn't say anything. "Sydney, I'm not stupid, I see something is obviously wrong. What is it?" He said, worried.
She looked up into his eyes and saw so much love reflected in them. They had never said that word though, even if they had inferred it many times. She wondered if it really was love, or infatuation. She'd find out.
She leaned into him and he tightened his grip on her. She felt so safe, so protected. "What did you look like as a child?" She asked, softly. "A lot like I do now, I guess. Only shorter," he smiled, "and I had blond hair. Why, Sydney?" She guided his hand closer to her abdomen. She lifted her shirt up so her belly was exposed. He unconsciously stroked her skin where underneath their baby was in the earliest stage of development. "I'm trying to picture, what, our baby," she could barely speak, "I'm pregnant, Vaughn."
"This," he cleared his throat, "this would probably be an appropriate time to call me Michael."
"Your making jokes. Is that a good thing?" She was so nervous, not sure what he would say, their relationship being so new and for the most part, still undefined.
"I'm surprised. We used," she interrupted him and finished his sentence, "I know, protection."
"I'm excited, though, the more I let myself think about it," she admitted. "Boy or girl, blonde hair or brown hair, blue eyes or green eyes. I never thought this would be happening. After Danny, I never thought I'd find anyone who," she couldn't finish the sentence.
"We have never actually talked about Danny like this. I don't want to push you Sydney, but I need to make sure. Are you sure you're ready to move on?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, and I'm positive of that." She laughed. "That must be the code-word for today." She became more somber and continued. "Losing Danny, it shook me, shattered my faith, broke my heart so badly I never thought I would recover. I did, slowly, with time. With love." She glanced up at Vaughn and smiled. "I'm starting a new chapter of my life with you. I can't imagine being anywhere but right here right now. Does that answer your question, Agent Vaughn?"
"It sure does, Agent Bristow." He kissed her sweetly on the lips. "Does anyone else know about the baby?" He smiled widely, the baby, wow. The words had the same effect on Sydney. They both shared a look and laughed.
"Will does. He found me taking the pregnancy test. Oh, and you might not like this so much, but my mother was the one who actually put the idea in my head. She said I looked different." Vaughn looked her up and down intently. "That must be a female thing, to me you just look gorgeous." She blushed deeply and he laughed at her reaction to his compliment.
"What do we tell the CIA? Oh God, how do we tell your father?" Vaughn said, a fearful expression on his face. "He's going to kill me, Sydney." He said, his voice light but face serious. "No, he won't." She laughed, unsure of that statement. "Wait, do you have the image of Jack Bristow making cooing noises and bouncing a baby on his knee in your head too?" She laughed.
"I didn't," he smiled, "but now I do," he laughed.
"I'll tell my father." Sydney said, "and you can tell Kendall." She gave him a tilted smile. "I think that's about fair."
"Oh, I don't think so." Vaughn laughed. "We'll tell everyone together. First though, I think we should start looking for new jobs." She frowned. "I know we won't be working together anymore. Things won't be like they used to be." He touched her stomach and smiled. "I don't think I'm going to mind though. In fact, it'll be nice. I'll probably get more sleep with a newborn than I do when you're away on missions."
"I need to call my niece. The last time I saw her she asked me 16 times when I was going to give her a baby cousin. I mean, you could meet them, my sister, first, or something," he stuttered a little.
"That sounds nice. I'd love to meet your family. Unfortunately, you've already met every Bristow I call a relative." She stands up, with his help, and they walk back into the dinning room. He motions to her, silently asking her if she thinks she can keep down food. She nods, and picks up a forkful of pasta. "Whoever named it morning stupid was stupid. I get sick every minute of the day. Or, I suddenly have a craving for the very food that made me throw up." She grinned. "Wow, this is so good." She stuffed more pasta into her mouth. "Don't say anything. The little butterfly's hungry."
Vaughn just shook his head and took a bigger bite of his bread.
Part 2
"Sydney," Vaughn put down his fork, concentrating all his attention on the woman across his dinner table, "are you alright? You're not eating."
Sydney pushed a few peas around on her plate. Vaughn had cooked her a French pasta dish, but the rich smell of it was turning her stomach, even though she was sure it tasted wonderful. Vaughn was eating it fast enough, after all. She tried to smile.
"I think I've come down with something." It was almost the truth. She didn't want to lie and she didn't want to postpone the inevitable, but she wasn't even sure how to start this conversation.
"You should go see a doctor, Sydney." I will be Vaughn, for the next 9 months, she thought.
"Here at least eat some bread." He handed her a slice of garlic bread. The strong odor was too much, and she jumped out of her seat, and rushed to the bathroom. He waited until she stopped throwing up to join her in there. She sat on the floor by the toilet, holding her head. He sat next to her, and pulled her into his arms.
"Tell me now." He insisted. She didn't say anything. "Sydney, I'm not stupid, I see something is obviously wrong. What is it?" He said, worried.
She looked up into his eyes and saw so much love reflected in them. They had never said that word though, even if they had inferred it many times. She wondered if it really was love, or infatuation. She'd find out.
She leaned into him and he tightened his grip on her. She felt so safe, so protected. "What did you look like as a child?" She asked, softly. "A lot like I do now, I guess. Only shorter," he smiled, "and I had blond hair. Why, Sydney?" She guided his hand closer to her abdomen. She lifted her shirt up so her belly was exposed. He unconsciously stroked her skin where underneath their baby was in the earliest stage of development. "I'm trying to picture, what, our baby," she could barely speak, "I'm pregnant, Vaughn."
"This," he cleared his throat, "this would probably be an appropriate time to call me Michael."
"Your making jokes. Is that a good thing?" She was so nervous, not sure what he would say, their relationship being so new and for the most part, still undefined.
"I'm surprised. We used," she interrupted him and finished his sentence, "I know, protection."
"I'm excited, though, the more I let myself think about it," she admitted. "Boy or girl, blonde hair or brown hair, blue eyes or green eyes. I never thought this would be happening. After Danny, I never thought I'd find anyone who," she couldn't finish the sentence.
"We have never actually talked about Danny like this. I don't want to push you Sydney, but I need to make sure. Are you sure you're ready to move on?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, and I'm positive of that." She laughed. "That must be the code-word for today." She became more somber and continued. "Losing Danny, it shook me, shattered my faith, broke my heart so badly I never thought I would recover. I did, slowly, with time. With love." She glanced up at Vaughn and smiled. "I'm starting a new chapter of my life with you. I can't imagine being anywhere but right here right now. Does that answer your question, Agent Vaughn?"
"It sure does, Agent Bristow." He kissed her sweetly on the lips. "Does anyone else know about the baby?" He smiled widely, the baby, wow. The words had the same effect on Sydney. They both shared a look and laughed.
"Will does. He found me taking the pregnancy test. Oh, and you might not like this so much, but my mother was the one who actually put the idea in my head. She said I looked different." Vaughn looked her up and down intently. "That must be a female thing, to me you just look gorgeous." She blushed deeply and he laughed at her reaction to his compliment.
"What do we tell the CIA? Oh God, how do we tell your father?" Vaughn said, a fearful expression on his face. "He's going to kill me, Sydney." He said, his voice light but face serious. "No, he won't." She laughed, unsure of that statement. "Wait, do you have the image of Jack Bristow making cooing noises and bouncing a baby on his knee in your head too?" She laughed.
"I didn't," he smiled, "but now I do," he laughed.
"I'll tell my father." Sydney said, "and you can tell Kendall." She gave him a tilted smile. "I think that's about fair."
"Oh, I don't think so." Vaughn laughed. "We'll tell everyone together. First though, I think we should start looking for new jobs." She frowned. "I know we won't be working together anymore. Things won't be like they used to be." He touched her stomach and smiled. "I don't think I'm going to mind though. In fact, it'll be nice. I'll probably get more sleep with a newborn than I do when you're away on missions."
"I need to call my niece. The last time I saw her she asked me 16 times when I was going to give her a baby cousin. I mean, you could meet them, my sister, first, or something," he stuttered a little.
"That sounds nice. I'd love to meet your family. Unfortunately, you've already met every Bristow I call a relative." She stands up, with his help, and they walk back into the dinning room. He motions to her, silently asking her if she thinks she can keep down food. She nods, and picks up a forkful of pasta. "Whoever named it morning stupid was stupid. I get sick every minute of the day. Or, I suddenly have a craving for the very food that made me throw up." She grinned. "Wow, this is so good." She stuffed more pasta into her mouth. "Don't say anything. The little butterfly's hungry."
Vaughn just shook his head and took a bigger bite of his bread.