Title and Author : His, Hers, Theirs. - Becky
Disclaimer : Pure and simple - I own nothing.
Note : I wrote it as a JC/Al, but, with no names mentioned, it could be to whatever you desire.
It's unbelievable fuzz.
Spoilers : Nope, none at all.
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She was his.
Her hands clasped his finger, her dark eyes meeting his own, intent gaze. She was small, slight, fragile, yet adorably cute. And his. She was his. She looked like him. And her. She looked like her.
His finger brushed over her delicate dark curls, and then over the smoothness of her skin. Her little, dark eyes, still staring up at him. Still trusting him. Still knowing him despite her early appearance in the world only moments before. Her eyes, they were trusting, intent, and mysterious, just like her father's.
His gaze turned to the woman next to him. The exhaustion, the tiredness, the sleep deprivation, and yet the pure happiness all apparent. Her head lay on the pillow, her gaze the same as his.
Her hand reached to him, accepting it with a smile, they shared a stare, one full of the happiness and love that they were both feeling. Her fingers within his own traced the silk of the blanket, and the warmth that it could emit. She looked at him, and then back at her.
She was hers.
He broke the contact, lifting his body from the comfort of the chair, her form still close to his chest, his hands still holding her. Supporting her. Her eyes were still staring up at him. He moved closer to her, and closer to the bed, and to his wife. With care, and caution, he moved the blanketed form to her chest, allowing her to be close to her mother, allowing them time to share.
He stared at her, at both of them, realising how much of his love they were occupying. And how much love, and care he would give them, time and time again.
His hand found her forehead, brushing back some of the astray hair, and planting a delicate kiss upon her head, his arm then finding her shoulder, weaving around her back, and holding her, pulling her into an embrace, with their daughter inside. Their daughter.
She was theirs.
He perched, on the edge of the bed, allowing her head to rest and drop to his shoulder, his arm still supporting her. Still holding her. And her holding their child, their creation, their love, their world.
His hand reached to his daughter's again, her fingers encircling his, the three of them, watching, listening, and loving each other intently.
Loving each other. They did. He loved her, he loved both of them. She loved him, and she loved her, and she, as young as she was, did the same. She loved them. Her mom, her dad. She loved them. They loved them. They loved each other.
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Author's Notes : Yeah, well, I think you call that fuzz. Maybe even too much? Yeah. Probably. This, is definitely, going to be a standalone - y'know how undecisive I can be though..No. It's a standalone. A fuzzy one. But, I needed to write something, so I did. And, well, that was it. I might do some more later, maybe some original rather than fanfiction, and here I am rambling on, when nobody is really reading this....so....well, please, review! (In case you can't tell, I'm suffering from the sleep deprivation, and I'm practically asleep as I'm typing this....)