Ship: S/V Fluffy-fluff AU/Futurefic
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if Michael Vaughn were mine I'd be an oh-so- happy girl :) Instead, the characters all belong to JJ and the other Alias folks over at ABC.
AN: Thanks for the reviews. They really encourage me to write, so keep them coming. There is more of this story in the works :)
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"I got something for you today too." She handed him the package and watched confusion flash across his face.
"Thanks Syd, but you shouldn't have. We both know I'm not a fa." his words trailed of as the paper fell away and he saw the words on the frame. His finger gently traced the blurry white shape in the picture as he brought his eyes up to meet Sydney's. The love and disbelief shining there brought tears to her eyes.
"Happy Father's Day Michael." ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
"When? How? Really?" Michael's excited stutters pulled a soft laugh from Sydney as he pulled her closed with an arm around her waist.
"February. You were there. Yes"
"Was that what your appointment was for yesterday? And I thought you were getting a pedicure!" he said accusingly.
"I got a pedicure!" Sydney retorted with mock innocence, wiggling her painted pink toes at him. "You didn't ask if I was making other stops and I didn't tell. I'm very good with secrets and intelligence, Michael. I had a little training in it at one point."
"This is more than a 'secret'. You've known for a whole day and didn't say anything!"
"Well, I wanted to tell you the right way and this was too perfect to pass up, being Father's Day and all."
He looked back down at the frame in his hand. 'I Love Daddy' in blue enamel and a grainy sonogram print were one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. When Sydney's eyes found his again, green met brown with a new depth of intensity and love. The moment seemed to suspend itself in their hearts and memories.
"So what did the doctor say? When in February?"
"Dr. Trent said everything looks great thus far and gave me some pre-natal vitamins and a boatload of brochures and literature, plus the names of several good web sites. As for February, we're looking at a Valentine's baby. I'm already four weeks along."
A look of awe came over Vaughn's face as he stared at his wife and tried to comprehend the new life that was beginning inside her. He placed a hand on her abdomen and pulled her closer, reveling in the moment.
"Syd, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Michael. You're going to be an amazing father."
The word father struck him again and he couldn't help but think, sitting there on Father's Day with his hand covering his own new miracle, of the father who would never be a part of this.
Sydney caught his expression and pulled her arms around to embrace his shoulders, this time hugging the boy and son in Michael, not the husband or lover or friend.
"He'd love to be a part of this, Michael. I know he's so proud of you."
Vaughn's eyes filled with tears as he pulled Sydney closer to himself. His whole world was within the circle of his arms and opening to the waves of grief and joy, regret and hope that washed through him, he cried into his wife's shoulder for the loss of a father and the hope of a child.
They sat like that for a long moment, simply holding one another before Sydney spoke again.
"Do you know what I realized at Dr. Trent's office yesterday?" Sydney pulled back slightly to see Vaughn's face.
"Besides the fact that you're pregnant?" he offered with a quick smile.
"Ha ha ha, funny man. What I realized was that this is what we have worked for. Michael, this is what the heartache and the trials and the damn protocol and all the fighting to be together have accomplished. Every day when I could only look at you through the dust in the warehouse or hear your voice over some comm link in Iceland or Hong Kong or Egypt, each mission and counter-mission and every second of those three years was worth it to bring us to this place. We have created this family with everything in us and that is why I know it will be amazing. That's why I had to find the perfect moment to tell you. Because what we have now is perfect." Sydney punctuated her final statement with a kiss.
Vaughn leaned his forehead against hers as breathed deeply.
"That is some impressive reasoning for keeping Baby Vaughn here to yourself for a whole day, Syd. But you're right. This is worth it and I can't wait to see what the next three years, thirteen years and thirty years are going to bring to this family."
"How about this honey: you forgive me for the past day and I'll take care of driving lessons with this one."
"Hmmm." Michael pretended to consider as his eyes gleamed mischievously.
"College visits?"
"Well."
"Wedding planning?"
Michael shook his head as he tried to comprehend the child he was introduced to less than an hour before as a person grown up and ready for a life of their own.
"I can think of something more immediate that you could do as a means of making it up to me" Michael grinned slyly.
Sydney smiled back "Ah, you're probably a better driving instructor anyway" and she began to undo the buttons of his green shirt while they scooted their way onto the bed.
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Michael lay with his arms around Sydney, her head on his shoulder as he traced lazy patterns along the stomach that would swell and grow in the months to come with the life of their child.
"Do you think Jack will mind that we're late for dinner?"
"Given the circumstances, I'm thinking dad will understand. But we should probably try to get there soon. It is Father's Day, after all"
And with a huge smile, Michael bent in to kiss Sydney as he replied "yes, it most certainly is."
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if Michael Vaughn were mine I'd be an oh-so- happy girl :) Instead, the characters all belong to JJ and the other Alias folks over at ABC.
AN: Thanks for the reviews. They really encourage me to write, so keep them coming. There is more of this story in the works :)
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"I got something for you today too." She handed him the package and watched confusion flash across his face.
"Thanks Syd, but you shouldn't have. We both know I'm not a fa." his words trailed of as the paper fell away and he saw the words on the frame. His finger gently traced the blurry white shape in the picture as he brought his eyes up to meet Sydney's. The love and disbelief shining there brought tears to her eyes.
"Happy Father's Day Michael." ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
"When? How? Really?" Michael's excited stutters pulled a soft laugh from Sydney as he pulled her closed with an arm around her waist.
"February. You were there. Yes"
"Was that what your appointment was for yesterday? And I thought you were getting a pedicure!" he said accusingly.
"I got a pedicure!" Sydney retorted with mock innocence, wiggling her painted pink toes at him. "You didn't ask if I was making other stops and I didn't tell. I'm very good with secrets and intelligence, Michael. I had a little training in it at one point."
"This is more than a 'secret'. You've known for a whole day and didn't say anything!"
"Well, I wanted to tell you the right way and this was too perfect to pass up, being Father's Day and all."
He looked back down at the frame in his hand. 'I Love Daddy' in blue enamel and a grainy sonogram print were one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. When Sydney's eyes found his again, green met brown with a new depth of intensity and love. The moment seemed to suspend itself in their hearts and memories.
"So what did the doctor say? When in February?"
"Dr. Trent said everything looks great thus far and gave me some pre-natal vitamins and a boatload of brochures and literature, plus the names of several good web sites. As for February, we're looking at a Valentine's baby. I'm already four weeks along."
A look of awe came over Vaughn's face as he stared at his wife and tried to comprehend the new life that was beginning inside her. He placed a hand on her abdomen and pulled her closer, reveling in the moment.
"Syd, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Michael. You're going to be an amazing father."
The word father struck him again and he couldn't help but think, sitting there on Father's Day with his hand covering his own new miracle, of the father who would never be a part of this.
Sydney caught his expression and pulled her arms around to embrace his shoulders, this time hugging the boy and son in Michael, not the husband or lover or friend.
"He'd love to be a part of this, Michael. I know he's so proud of you."
Vaughn's eyes filled with tears as he pulled Sydney closer to himself. His whole world was within the circle of his arms and opening to the waves of grief and joy, regret and hope that washed through him, he cried into his wife's shoulder for the loss of a father and the hope of a child.
They sat like that for a long moment, simply holding one another before Sydney spoke again.
"Do you know what I realized at Dr. Trent's office yesterday?" Sydney pulled back slightly to see Vaughn's face.
"Besides the fact that you're pregnant?" he offered with a quick smile.
"Ha ha ha, funny man. What I realized was that this is what we have worked for. Michael, this is what the heartache and the trials and the damn protocol and all the fighting to be together have accomplished. Every day when I could only look at you through the dust in the warehouse or hear your voice over some comm link in Iceland or Hong Kong or Egypt, each mission and counter-mission and every second of those three years was worth it to bring us to this place. We have created this family with everything in us and that is why I know it will be amazing. That's why I had to find the perfect moment to tell you. Because what we have now is perfect." Sydney punctuated her final statement with a kiss.
Vaughn leaned his forehead against hers as breathed deeply.
"That is some impressive reasoning for keeping Baby Vaughn here to yourself for a whole day, Syd. But you're right. This is worth it and I can't wait to see what the next three years, thirteen years and thirty years are going to bring to this family."
"How about this honey: you forgive me for the past day and I'll take care of driving lessons with this one."
"Hmmm." Michael pretended to consider as his eyes gleamed mischievously.
"College visits?"
"Well."
"Wedding planning?"
Michael shook his head as he tried to comprehend the child he was introduced to less than an hour before as a person grown up and ready for a life of their own.
"I can think of something more immediate that you could do as a means of making it up to me" Michael grinned slyly.
Sydney smiled back "Ah, you're probably a better driving instructor anyway" and she began to undo the buttons of his green shirt while they scooted their way onto the bed.
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Michael lay with his arms around Sydney, her head on his shoulder as he traced lazy patterns along the stomach that would swell and grow in the months to come with the life of their child.
"Do you think Jack will mind that we're late for dinner?"
"Given the circumstances, I'm thinking dad will understand. But we should probably try to get there soon. It is Father's Day, after all"
And with a huge smile, Michael bent in to kiss Sydney as he replied "yes, it most certainly is."