Rosalind
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court of law.
To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no permission..no money, no sue, please?
AN: Sorry this is taking so long, folks! There's an ending in sight, though, only one more little story to do before it's all over!
Both John and Gracie were overprotective of their daughter for a while after that. Rosalind didn't mind, she had gotten quite a scare and was grateful to have her parents near her at almost all times of the day. John would have kept her home from school for a while, but Grace insisted they follow some sort of normal routine. She was, after all, the child psychologist so he listened to her. But he didn't have to like it.
Still, after a few months he was able to go a whole day without worrying about her every few seconds and life returned to "normal", if the Clark's lives could ever be called normal. Thus it was that John and Gracie's anniversary was spent in an expensive restaurant, instead of at home on the couch, eating popcorn and watching the latest Veggie Tales.
Grace was wearing a short, silky green dress with satin cord straps. The freckles on her shoulders, each of which John knew intimately, were covered by her long red hair which she had allowed to fall down her back. A secretive smile played on her lips and there was a new glimmer in her eyes, a glow to her face that John recognized as something new, though completely enchanting.
The waiter brought their desert so John stayed silent about that little smile. He could feel her foot brushing up and down his leg and he thought he suddenly had a good idea what she might be thinking about.
"What's that little smile for?" she asked with her soft voice. John raised a surprised eyebrow.
"I was just about to ask you that" he replied with a bigger smile. Had they already begun reading each other's thoughts?
"I was thinking about your anniversary present" she answered, picking at the slice of pie in front of her.
"Funny. I was thinking about one of yours" he answered, "The one for private use" She grinned at him, catching his meaning, and shook her head.
"You might want to rethink your gift choice" she said, "But let's have the one for public use first" John had had a hard time thinking of what to get her. Jewelry was off the list, she didn't wear anything except her wedding ring. Besides the corny chocolates and roses, what did a man get for a woman? He had been contemplating calling his mother in law when one day he happened to walk by a Hallmark store. There was the most fascinating picture frame in the window. It was a crystal unicorn-Pegasus with a silver moon on its wings, the middle of which was vacant to display the picture. Grace had a thing for the fantastical. He handed her the carefully, professionally wrapped box. She carefully pulled the ribbon off, tucking it in her purse for later use, and peeled the paper away.
"Oh, John!" she gasped when she had pulled the crystal/silver statuette out. It had their wedding portrait in it.
"Like it?" he asked, already knowing that she did.
"Oh, John! It's perfect! So beautiful!" Sitting across from each other at a table would have made it difficult for some people to kiss, but Grace disregarded the fact that they were in a nice place and vacated her chair in favor of his lap.
"How do you always know the perfect thing to get me?" she whispered in his ear and gave him a kiss. John forgot the fact that there may be people watching them. What did he care? But the waiter came and collected their check so they collected their coats and were waiting for their car out in the chilly night.
"Hey, what about my present?" he asked, pulling her into his arms, just to hold her. She looked down, almost bashful.
"Well, the truth is, it's not quite ready yet" she admitted. John was intrigued. What in the world could she have gotten him?
"And I suppose it's not really fair of me to give to you, since half of it is already yours" Now he was really curious. She looked back up into his face and he saw that new glow again. She took one of his hands away from her back and twined her fingers in his. Then she lifted herself on her toes to whisper in his ear:
"Happy Anniversary" and then she put his hand on her stomach, "Daddy"
To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no permission..no money, no sue, please?
AN: Sorry this is taking so long, folks! There's an ending in sight, though, only one more little story to do before it's all over!
Both John and Gracie were overprotective of their daughter for a while after that. Rosalind didn't mind, she had gotten quite a scare and was grateful to have her parents near her at almost all times of the day. John would have kept her home from school for a while, but Grace insisted they follow some sort of normal routine. She was, after all, the child psychologist so he listened to her. But he didn't have to like it.
Still, after a few months he was able to go a whole day without worrying about her every few seconds and life returned to "normal", if the Clark's lives could ever be called normal. Thus it was that John and Gracie's anniversary was spent in an expensive restaurant, instead of at home on the couch, eating popcorn and watching the latest Veggie Tales.
Grace was wearing a short, silky green dress with satin cord straps. The freckles on her shoulders, each of which John knew intimately, were covered by her long red hair which she had allowed to fall down her back. A secretive smile played on her lips and there was a new glimmer in her eyes, a glow to her face that John recognized as something new, though completely enchanting.
The waiter brought their desert so John stayed silent about that little smile. He could feel her foot brushing up and down his leg and he thought he suddenly had a good idea what she might be thinking about.
"What's that little smile for?" she asked with her soft voice. John raised a surprised eyebrow.
"I was just about to ask you that" he replied with a bigger smile. Had they already begun reading each other's thoughts?
"I was thinking about your anniversary present" she answered, picking at the slice of pie in front of her.
"Funny. I was thinking about one of yours" he answered, "The one for private use" She grinned at him, catching his meaning, and shook her head.
"You might want to rethink your gift choice" she said, "But let's have the one for public use first" John had had a hard time thinking of what to get her. Jewelry was off the list, she didn't wear anything except her wedding ring. Besides the corny chocolates and roses, what did a man get for a woman? He had been contemplating calling his mother in law when one day he happened to walk by a Hallmark store. There was the most fascinating picture frame in the window. It was a crystal unicorn-Pegasus with a silver moon on its wings, the middle of which was vacant to display the picture. Grace had a thing for the fantastical. He handed her the carefully, professionally wrapped box. She carefully pulled the ribbon off, tucking it in her purse for later use, and peeled the paper away.
"Oh, John!" she gasped when she had pulled the crystal/silver statuette out. It had their wedding portrait in it.
"Like it?" he asked, already knowing that she did.
"Oh, John! It's perfect! So beautiful!" Sitting across from each other at a table would have made it difficult for some people to kiss, but Grace disregarded the fact that they were in a nice place and vacated her chair in favor of his lap.
"How do you always know the perfect thing to get me?" she whispered in his ear and gave him a kiss. John forgot the fact that there may be people watching them. What did he care? But the waiter came and collected their check so they collected their coats and were waiting for their car out in the chilly night.
"Hey, what about my present?" he asked, pulling her into his arms, just to hold her. She looked down, almost bashful.
"Well, the truth is, it's not quite ready yet" she admitted. John was intrigued. What in the world could she have gotten him?
"And I suppose it's not really fair of me to give to you, since half of it is already yours" Now he was really curious. She looked back up into his face and he saw that new glow again. She took one of his hands away from her back and twined her fingers in his. Then she lifted herself on her toes to whisper in his ear:
"Happy Anniversary" and then she put his hand on her stomach, "Daddy"