"Vaughn, what's wrong? We've already been over the results of the mission.
Oh no! Dixon reported me didn't he? He was suspicious the whole time but I
thought things were ok!"
"Syd, calm down! Nothing's wrong!"
He smiled calmly as she visibly relaxed. A hint of mischief glinted in his green eyes. He took her by the hand and pulled her close. His lips grazed hers and she sighed contendedly.
"I missed you. I'm glad you're back," he whispered in her ear
"Mmmmm....missed you more."
He kissed her again and then pulled her gently. "Come on."
He had a soft blanket spread out on the floor and he sat down, pulling her with him. She lay down, her head resting happily on his lap. He gently pulled the hair from her face and ran his fingers through it.
"You know I'm never going to get up?" she said softly, not bothering to open her eyes.
"Good. My plan is working."
He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss on her forehead.
"This is how it should be Vaughn."
"This is how it will be, cheri."
They sat for several blissful minutes in loving silence, silencing the rare moment in each other's arms. These were the moments that kept them sane, that kept them alive when they couldn't be together.
"Just one more mission Vaughn. It's been 3 months. One more and I'm home until after the baby."
Vaughn sighed happily in response.
"One more," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. Then he gently lay his hands on her stomach. "Six more months little one." He looked up sharply. "You know Syd, I'm getting sick of calling or baby it!"
Sydney laughed in delight. "Vaughn! At least 2 more months until we know for sure. But you can call it 'him' because it's going to be a boy."
"Now how do you know that?" he teased.
"Because, I'm going to have a little Michael. Just like you, green eyes and all."
"Oh, you're sure about this?"
"Of course, mother's intuition. Besides, I want a little version of you. So I'll always have a little you with me."
"You already have my heart. But actually, I think it's going to be a girl. A little Sydney, beautiful as her mom."
"Sorry, it's a boy."
"Well, if you say so."
Suddenly Sydney remembered something. "Hey Vaughn, what did you buy...you told me you bought something at the baby store."
Vaughn pulled a bag out from behind him. "Surprise 2."
It was a book of baby names, the largest one Sydney had ever seen. Sydney's heart swelled with love at the tender gesture, and she laughed, so thoroughly in love with him.
"I think it should be French, like you."
"Ok, we can do that."
"Just boy's names," she reminded him.
"Chandler?"
"Vaughn, as much as I love the show, my child will NOT be named after a character on Friends."
He laughed at her seriousness. "Ok ok...um Mason?"
She wrinkled her nose.
"You're going to make this tough. Ok how about Bret?"
"Yes! I love it!"
"Me too. Bret Vaughn. Good name."
"I like the Vaughn part."
He kissed her again.
"Now...girl's names?"
"Nope."
"Syd, what if it's a girl? Then she won't have a well thought out name!"
"Ok! Fine you win."
"Get used to it," he teased. "How about Adrienne?"
"Well, I like it, but not perfect."
"Ummm Natalie?"
"Pretty," she said, noncommittally.
"Oh I get it, you just won't like any girl's names."
She laughed and grabbed the book from him.
"It has to be perfect." She flipped through the French names, suggesting everyone she liked, none of which they could agree on.
"Here we go! Marielle! It means 'wished for child.' Just like our baby! And we could call her Ellie."
"Perfect."
Sydney gave him a bright smile and kissed him on the cheek, and he returned the favor, plus a little extra.
The baby name book got tossed aside for the rest of the night. They had other matters to pursue.
"Syd, calm down! Nothing's wrong!"
He smiled calmly as she visibly relaxed. A hint of mischief glinted in his green eyes. He took her by the hand and pulled her close. His lips grazed hers and she sighed contendedly.
"I missed you. I'm glad you're back," he whispered in her ear
"Mmmmm....missed you more."
He kissed her again and then pulled her gently. "Come on."
He had a soft blanket spread out on the floor and he sat down, pulling her with him. She lay down, her head resting happily on his lap. He gently pulled the hair from her face and ran his fingers through it.
"You know I'm never going to get up?" she said softly, not bothering to open her eyes.
"Good. My plan is working."
He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss on her forehead.
"This is how it should be Vaughn."
"This is how it will be, cheri."
They sat for several blissful minutes in loving silence, silencing the rare moment in each other's arms. These were the moments that kept them sane, that kept them alive when they couldn't be together.
"Just one more mission Vaughn. It's been 3 months. One more and I'm home until after the baby."
Vaughn sighed happily in response.
"One more," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. Then he gently lay his hands on her stomach. "Six more months little one." He looked up sharply. "You know Syd, I'm getting sick of calling or baby it!"
Sydney laughed in delight. "Vaughn! At least 2 more months until we know for sure. But you can call it 'him' because it's going to be a boy."
"Now how do you know that?" he teased.
"Because, I'm going to have a little Michael. Just like you, green eyes and all."
"Oh, you're sure about this?"
"Of course, mother's intuition. Besides, I want a little version of you. So I'll always have a little you with me."
"You already have my heart. But actually, I think it's going to be a girl. A little Sydney, beautiful as her mom."
"Sorry, it's a boy."
"Well, if you say so."
Suddenly Sydney remembered something. "Hey Vaughn, what did you buy...you told me you bought something at the baby store."
Vaughn pulled a bag out from behind him. "Surprise 2."
It was a book of baby names, the largest one Sydney had ever seen. Sydney's heart swelled with love at the tender gesture, and she laughed, so thoroughly in love with him.
"I think it should be French, like you."
"Ok, we can do that."
"Just boy's names," she reminded him.
"Chandler?"
"Vaughn, as much as I love the show, my child will NOT be named after a character on Friends."
He laughed at her seriousness. "Ok ok...um Mason?"
She wrinkled her nose.
"You're going to make this tough. Ok how about Bret?"
"Yes! I love it!"
"Me too. Bret Vaughn. Good name."
"I like the Vaughn part."
He kissed her again.
"Now...girl's names?"
"Nope."
"Syd, what if it's a girl? Then she won't have a well thought out name!"
"Ok! Fine you win."
"Get used to it," he teased. "How about Adrienne?"
"Well, I like it, but not perfect."
"Ummm Natalie?"
"Pretty," she said, noncommittally.
"Oh I get it, you just won't like any girl's names."
She laughed and grabbed the book from him.
"It has to be perfect." She flipped through the French names, suggesting everyone she liked, none of which they could agree on.
"Here we go! Marielle! It means 'wished for child.' Just like our baby! And we could call her Ellie."
"Perfect."
Sydney gave him a bright smile and kissed him on the cheek, and he returned the favor, plus a little extra.
The baby name book got tossed aside for the rest of the night. They had other matters to pursue.