Disclaimer: ABC/Disney owns EVERYTHING (Except for sweet little Angel-I've
loved creating her, and trying to make her like her mother, but still
separate)
He rolled over and opened an eye to see what time it was. It wasn't even 7 am yet. Where was Alison? He thought to himself, as he crawled out of bed. He walked in the living room, and saw her lying on the couch asleep. There was a cup of hot tea on the end table. He walked over and leaned down to give her a kiss.
"Morning," she said sleepily, but still able to have a smile on her face.
"What are you doing in here?"
"I guess my clock is off due to falling asleep so early last night. I came in here, made myself some tea, and was going to watch some television. I guess I fell asleep again."
"You have been really sleepy lately. I'm going to go call in, and see if Lucy would mind watching Angel."
"Don't call in, I'll be fine."
"Let me do this, it's one day, that's all," he said, kissing the top of her head as he grabbed the telephone.
"Ok, but we don't need to send Angel to Lucy's again. We can watch her, she won't be a problem."
He smiled at her, "Hey Debbie, is Brad in yet? It's Rafe, Alison's not feeling well, so I'm going to take the day off. You'll give him the message? Ok, I will. Thanks, Debbie," he said hanging up the phone. "Debbie says you need to relax and for me to take care of you, and if I don't she will hurt me."
"And did she suggest how to do that?"
Rafe looked at her for a second, and smiled. He knew just what she needed. Alison watched him walk back into the bedroom. She decided to follow him to see what he was up to. As she entered the bedroom she realized what he was doing. He was in the bathroom filling up the tub for her to relax in. He walked in and smiled at her. "Have I told you how much I love you?" she asked, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
"I believe you have. Now you go relax, I am going to make breakfast, and get Angel up," he said smiling as he pushed her into the bathroom. He closed the bedroom door, so in case he burned something she wouldn't notice for a few more minutes. What was he going to cook? Maybe Angel would just have some cereal today. He opened one of the drawers and found a copy of a recipe for blueberry muffins. What could possibly go wrong, he thought to himself.
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Alison stepped into the bedroom, wrapped in a terry-cloth robe. The bath Rafe had drawn for her might have been more helpful than they both thought. She must have been in there for a good 45 minutes. She could smell something from the kitchen, but wasn't sure what it was. When she turned the corner and saw her husband standing there she started laughing.
"What's so funny?" he asked, knowing good and well what it was.
She couldn't believe how much of a mess he had made in a short amount of time. His gray t-shirt that he had worn the night before was practically white now, and there was some type of batter on the tip of his nose. "I believe you missed a spot," she said, walking up and getting the batter off his nose.
"Thanks," he said with a grin.
"So what is for breakfast today?"
"Uhm-muffins."
"Are you serious?" she laughed, peeking in the oven to see they were ready to take out.
"I thought I'd try something different."
"Well, thank you for the effort," she said as she pulled them out. "I hope they taste as good as they smell."
"Who knows, maybe my muffins will be better than yours," he said laughing. He looked over to see a sleepy Angel walk from her bedroom. "Good morning, Sunshine," he said.
"I doubt that," she commented as she went and picked up her little girl. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Ok, well why don't you go take a seat and I'll get you some milk and you can have a muffin when they cool off some." Alison walked over a took a piece of one of the muffins, blowing at it before eating it. She put it in her mouth, and spat it out immediately. "Why don't we have some cereal instead?" she asked, pulling a box out of the cupboard while giving Rafe a look.
"You win some, you lose some," he laughed.
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"You didn't have to do that," Alison said as she watched her husband walk back into the living room from putting Angel down for a nap.
"Sure I did. I said I was going to take care of you today, and that's what I'm doing," he said sliding down next to her on the couch. He pulled her close thinking how much he loved her.
"So what is the next thing you are going to do for me today?"
"Well, I would cook dinner, but I think I might mess it up."
"Yeah, this morning's muffin mayhem was enough for one day," she laughed, leaning back into him. She leaned her head back and was about to stretch enough to give him a kiss. She looked into those eyes and all she could see was love, love for her and their two children.
She couldn't wait to meet Edward and see what his personality was like. Would he be like his mom and stubborn or like his dad and keep to himself? Would he have Rafe's hazel-green eyes or Alison's blue ones? No matter what though, he was going to have two parents that would always love him. She closed her eyes and curled into Rafe's arms, the arms that had always protected her and loved her so much.
Rafe just laid there watching her sleep. This was his favorite time, having the house completely quiet, and being able to hold Alison. After awhile he slipped out from under Alison gave her a kiss and went to check on Angel. He looked in and she was still sleeping. Well, this was great, he had everyone else around him asleep, and he wasn't tired in the least.
He walked to the spare room, and turned on the light. This room was a mess, and it needed to be cleaned up before Edward came. So he went and found a box to start sorting. He picked up a photo album and started flipping through. "Daddy?" he heard, looking up saw his little girl standing there.
"Hey sweetie, come over here," he said, watching her wade through all the stuff in the room.
"What are you doing?"
"I am starting to clean this room up so your baby brother will have somewhere to live. Do you want to help me?" He asked as she nodded intently.
"Well, first let's see what is in this photo album," he said, having her crawl into his lap as they looked through it. "Do you know who that is?" he said, pointing to a picture of him and Alison at the wedding.
"It's you and mommy," she said smiling that smile she had and her blue eyes sparkling.
"Very good. This is the day that mommy and me got married." They had been sitting there for an hour going through papers and pictures. Along the way he told her different stories about their friends and family. It was amazing that he had been in Port Charles only a few years and had so many memories already.
"There you are," Alison said with a smile seeing her husband sitting on the floor with their daughter in his lap.
"Hey, you're up. Yeah, I thought about it and realized we really need to clean this room up before Eddie gets here."
"Eddie?"
"Yeah, Angel called him that a little while ago when she was trying to say Edward."
"Oh, ok," she came and sat down in a chair next to them.
"How's our little guy feeling anyways?"
"He's getting hungry, and is very moody."
"So much for him being like his dad," Rafe said jokingly.
"Hey now," she said, finding a pillow and hitting him with it.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. So what should we work on next in this room?"
She looked around at the drab walls. They needed something, some color. "Why don't we paint them?"
"Ok, what color?"
"Blue, of course," she laughed, "Why don't we go out for dinner and then go and find some paint?"
"What do you think of that?" Rafe asked to his little girl.
"Yeah!" she said, running to her room.
"Well, I guess it's settled," Alison said, as her husband got up off the floor. He then helped her up, and put his arms around her waist. She looked into his eyes, and wondered again how she could have been so lucky.
"I love you, Alison Kovich," he said as he brought his face to hers for a kiss.
"And I love you, Rafe Kovich."
He rolled over and opened an eye to see what time it was. It wasn't even 7 am yet. Where was Alison? He thought to himself, as he crawled out of bed. He walked in the living room, and saw her lying on the couch asleep. There was a cup of hot tea on the end table. He walked over and leaned down to give her a kiss.
"Morning," she said sleepily, but still able to have a smile on her face.
"What are you doing in here?"
"I guess my clock is off due to falling asleep so early last night. I came in here, made myself some tea, and was going to watch some television. I guess I fell asleep again."
"You have been really sleepy lately. I'm going to go call in, and see if Lucy would mind watching Angel."
"Don't call in, I'll be fine."
"Let me do this, it's one day, that's all," he said, kissing the top of her head as he grabbed the telephone.
"Ok, but we don't need to send Angel to Lucy's again. We can watch her, she won't be a problem."
He smiled at her, "Hey Debbie, is Brad in yet? It's Rafe, Alison's not feeling well, so I'm going to take the day off. You'll give him the message? Ok, I will. Thanks, Debbie," he said hanging up the phone. "Debbie says you need to relax and for me to take care of you, and if I don't she will hurt me."
"And did she suggest how to do that?"
Rafe looked at her for a second, and smiled. He knew just what she needed. Alison watched him walk back into the bedroom. She decided to follow him to see what he was up to. As she entered the bedroom she realized what he was doing. He was in the bathroom filling up the tub for her to relax in. He walked in and smiled at her. "Have I told you how much I love you?" she asked, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
"I believe you have. Now you go relax, I am going to make breakfast, and get Angel up," he said smiling as he pushed her into the bathroom. He closed the bedroom door, so in case he burned something she wouldn't notice for a few more minutes. What was he going to cook? Maybe Angel would just have some cereal today. He opened one of the drawers and found a copy of a recipe for blueberry muffins. What could possibly go wrong, he thought to himself.
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Alison stepped into the bedroom, wrapped in a terry-cloth robe. The bath Rafe had drawn for her might have been more helpful than they both thought. She must have been in there for a good 45 minutes. She could smell something from the kitchen, but wasn't sure what it was. When she turned the corner and saw her husband standing there she started laughing.
"What's so funny?" he asked, knowing good and well what it was.
She couldn't believe how much of a mess he had made in a short amount of time. His gray t-shirt that he had worn the night before was practically white now, and there was some type of batter on the tip of his nose. "I believe you missed a spot," she said, walking up and getting the batter off his nose.
"Thanks," he said with a grin.
"So what is for breakfast today?"
"Uhm-muffins."
"Are you serious?" she laughed, peeking in the oven to see they were ready to take out.
"I thought I'd try something different."
"Well, thank you for the effort," she said as she pulled them out. "I hope they taste as good as they smell."
"Who knows, maybe my muffins will be better than yours," he said laughing. He looked over to see a sleepy Angel walk from her bedroom. "Good morning, Sunshine," he said.
"I doubt that," she commented as she went and picked up her little girl. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Ok, well why don't you go take a seat and I'll get you some milk and you can have a muffin when they cool off some." Alison walked over a took a piece of one of the muffins, blowing at it before eating it. She put it in her mouth, and spat it out immediately. "Why don't we have some cereal instead?" she asked, pulling a box out of the cupboard while giving Rafe a look.
"You win some, you lose some," he laughed.
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"You didn't have to do that," Alison said as she watched her husband walk back into the living room from putting Angel down for a nap.
"Sure I did. I said I was going to take care of you today, and that's what I'm doing," he said sliding down next to her on the couch. He pulled her close thinking how much he loved her.
"So what is the next thing you are going to do for me today?"
"Well, I would cook dinner, but I think I might mess it up."
"Yeah, this morning's muffin mayhem was enough for one day," she laughed, leaning back into him. She leaned her head back and was about to stretch enough to give him a kiss. She looked into those eyes and all she could see was love, love for her and their two children.
She couldn't wait to meet Edward and see what his personality was like. Would he be like his mom and stubborn or like his dad and keep to himself? Would he have Rafe's hazel-green eyes or Alison's blue ones? No matter what though, he was going to have two parents that would always love him. She closed her eyes and curled into Rafe's arms, the arms that had always protected her and loved her so much.
Rafe just laid there watching her sleep. This was his favorite time, having the house completely quiet, and being able to hold Alison. After awhile he slipped out from under Alison gave her a kiss and went to check on Angel. He looked in and she was still sleeping. Well, this was great, he had everyone else around him asleep, and he wasn't tired in the least.
He walked to the spare room, and turned on the light. This room was a mess, and it needed to be cleaned up before Edward came. So he went and found a box to start sorting. He picked up a photo album and started flipping through. "Daddy?" he heard, looking up saw his little girl standing there.
"Hey sweetie, come over here," he said, watching her wade through all the stuff in the room.
"What are you doing?"
"I am starting to clean this room up so your baby brother will have somewhere to live. Do you want to help me?" He asked as she nodded intently.
"Well, first let's see what is in this photo album," he said, having her crawl into his lap as they looked through it. "Do you know who that is?" he said, pointing to a picture of him and Alison at the wedding.
"It's you and mommy," she said smiling that smile she had and her blue eyes sparkling.
"Very good. This is the day that mommy and me got married." They had been sitting there for an hour going through papers and pictures. Along the way he told her different stories about their friends and family. It was amazing that he had been in Port Charles only a few years and had so many memories already.
"There you are," Alison said with a smile seeing her husband sitting on the floor with their daughter in his lap.
"Hey, you're up. Yeah, I thought about it and realized we really need to clean this room up before Eddie gets here."
"Eddie?"
"Yeah, Angel called him that a little while ago when she was trying to say Edward."
"Oh, ok," she came and sat down in a chair next to them.
"How's our little guy feeling anyways?"
"He's getting hungry, and is very moody."
"So much for him being like his dad," Rafe said jokingly.
"Hey now," she said, finding a pillow and hitting him with it.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. So what should we work on next in this room?"
She looked around at the drab walls. They needed something, some color. "Why don't we paint them?"
"Ok, what color?"
"Blue, of course," she laughed, "Why don't we go out for dinner and then go and find some paint?"
"What do you think of that?" Rafe asked to his little girl.
"Yeah!" she said, running to her room.
"Well, I guess it's settled," Alison said, as her husband got up off the floor. He then helped her up, and put his arms around her waist. She looked into his eyes, and wondered again how she could have been so lucky.
"I love you, Alison Kovich," he said as he brought his face to hers for a kiss.
"And I love you, Rafe Kovich."