"Hello Sydney." He said, the same smug smile as always.
"Arvin, how are you." The sweet smile he missed so much had finally come to light again.
"I am so well Sydney. And how are you, how's the baby." He said stepping a bit closer to the hospital bed.
"She's wonderful. And I think she is even happy to see that you have come to visit her." Sydney said smiling as she looked down and the baby girl she held in her arms.
Sloane came up along side the bed and looked down at the child.
"Have you decided on a name yet?" He said gazing into the sweet face of the baby girl.
"Michael and I have decided to name her Emily." Sydney said looking up at Sloane, a hopeful and hesitant smile in her eyes. Sloane was shocked at first, and even became a little misty thinking of what Sydney meant. He smiled back at her, before returning his gaze to the baby.
But this time when he looked at her, she was no longer the child he had seen before. She was instead a different baby girl, and when he looked back at the mother in confusion, Sloane realized that it wasn't Sydney. Instead Irina was the mother lying in bed holding her child, and the baby was Sydney. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
With a start Arvin Sloane awoke from his, most disturbing dream. He sat up in bed rethinking what he had just experienced. Through his years, and his experience with Rambaldi, Sloane had come to realize that dreams were hardly ever innocent, and random. Specifically for Sloane himself, dreams were never, ever anything short of prophetic.
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Sydney looked down at her belly and laughed to herself. It seemed to be growing at an incredible rate. She found it increasingly amazing how much her body was able to accomplish. She'd always been very aware of her body and its capabilities. However, now that she was carrying another living being, everything seemed to be a miracle. Especially making it up the stairs.
Sydney stopped at the fifth step, taking a short breather. Ryan needed to learn not to bound up them so quickly, expecting her to chase after him so readily. They were already late for school, and Ryan thought it was hilarious to run just out of his mother's partially obstructed reach. As Sydney began to climb once again a figure appeared at the top of the stairs. It was Sark, holding a loudly giggling Ryan upside down by his feet.
"Sydney, I believe I've caught a runaway rabbit. He was just hopping along merrily, when I was almost sure that it was time for him to be hopping off to school." Sark smiled setting Ryan down on the floor, in upright position. Sydney smiled still out of breath, as she reached the top of the stairs.
"Young man, enough bunny games. You're going to miss show and tell today." Sydney said, arching her eyebrows for emphasis. At thing Ryan dramatically threw his hand over his mouth in surprise, and ran off to his room. Sydney smiled again at Sark. "At least he's not playing his 'hide-and-go-seek, let's-see-how-late-we-can-make-mommy' game anymore." The two shared a quick laugh before Sydney hurried off into Ryan's room.
Several minutes later Ryan emerged fully dressed. "Mommy, can Uncle Ryan take me to school today?" Called Ryan as he descended the stairs. Sydney who was still on the landing called down to him.
"No, goofy. We go together, like always." Sydney said, trying to maneuver down the stairs, with one hand on the railing, and the other carrying a small but heavy backpack. When she reached the bottom Ryan stood waiting. He didn't look pleased.
"But Mommy, I told Ms. Davis, that I'd bring Uncle Ryan for show and tell." Ryan's voice was half whine, and half cry. Sydney helped him put on his backpack, while trying to formulate an excuse.
"Sweetie, what do you have in here." She said pulling the straps up on his shoulders.
"My Thomas the Tank engine set." Ryan said, the whine still present.
"Ryan, why don't you show that to your class, and maybe next week we can bring Uncle Ryan." Sydney said crouching down as best she could.
"But Mommy.." Ryan said in protest.
"Hey, Mister. No buts." She said firmly standing and reaching for her coat. "I'll tell you what. After the baby is born, maybe we can all go to show and tell together."
This peaked Ryan's interest, and all thoughts of 'Uncle Ryan' were gone in a flash. "Really?" He said, his eyes opening wide in delight.
"Really." Sydney said, opening the door and scooting him through it.
"How much longer till the baby is born-ded?" Ryan said scrambling to get into the car.
"Only one more month." Sydney said buckling him in.
"Can't we go to the hop-sital, and make the baby born-ded now?" Ryan said, eyes hopeful. "There would be no objections here." Sydney said scrambling to get into the car herself.
"Mommy, what are objections."
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"Arvin, how are you." The sweet smile he missed so much had finally come to light again.
"I am so well Sydney. And how are you, how's the baby." He said stepping a bit closer to the hospital bed.
"She's wonderful. And I think she is even happy to see that you have come to visit her." Sydney said smiling as she looked down and the baby girl she held in her arms.
Sloane came up along side the bed and looked down at the child.
"Have you decided on a name yet?" He said gazing into the sweet face of the baby girl.
"Michael and I have decided to name her Emily." Sydney said looking up at Sloane, a hopeful and hesitant smile in her eyes. Sloane was shocked at first, and even became a little misty thinking of what Sydney meant. He smiled back at her, before returning his gaze to the baby.
But this time when he looked at her, she was no longer the child he had seen before. She was instead a different baby girl, and when he looked back at the mother in confusion, Sloane realized that it wasn't Sydney. Instead Irina was the mother lying in bed holding her child, and the baby was Sydney. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
With a start Arvin Sloane awoke from his, most disturbing dream. He sat up in bed rethinking what he had just experienced. Through his years, and his experience with Rambaldi, Sloane had come to realize that dreams were hardly ever innocent, and random. Specifically for Sloane himself, dreams were never, ever anything short of prophetic.
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Sydney looked down at her belly and laughed to herself. It seemed to be growing at an incredible rate. She found it increasingly amazing how much her body was able to accomplish. She'd always been very aware of her body and its capabilities. However, now that she was carrying another living being, everything seemed to be a miracle. Especially making it up the stairs.
Sydney stopped at the fifth step, taking a short breather. Ryan needed to learn not to bound up them so quickly, expecting her to chase after him so readily. They were already late for school, and Ryan thought it was hilarious to run just out of his mother's partially obstructed reach. As Sydney began to climb once again a figure appeared at the top of the stairs. It was Sark, holding a loudly giggling Ryan upside down by his feet.
"Sydney, I believe I've caught a runaway rabbit. He was just hopping along merrily, when I was almost sure that it was time for him to be hopping off to school." Sark smiled setting Ryan down on the floor, in upright position. Sydney smiled still out of breath, as she reached the top of the stairs.
"Young man, enough bunny games. You're going to miss show and tell today." Sydney said, arching her eyebrows for emphasis. At thing Ryan dramatically threw his hand over his mouth in surprise, and ran off to his room. Sydney smiled again at Sark. "At least he's not playing his 'hide-and-go-seek, let's-see-how-late-we-can-make-mommy' game anymore." The two shared a quick laugh before Sydney hurried off into Ryan's room.
Several minutes later Ryan emerged fully dressed. "Mommy, can Uncle Ryan take me to school today?" Called Ryan as he descended the stairs. Sydney who was still on the landing called down to him.
"No, goofy. We go together, like always." Sydney said, trying to maneuver down the stairs, with one hand on the railing, and the other carrying a small but heavy backpack. When she reached the bottom Ryan stood waiting. He didn't look pleased.
"But Mommy, I told Ms. Davis, that I'd bring Uncle Ryan for show and tell." Ryan's voice was half whine, and half cry. Sydney helped him put on his backpack, while trying to formulate an excuse.
"Sweetie, what do you have in here." She said pulling the straps up on his shoulders.
"My Thomas the Tank engine set." Ryan said, the whine still present.
"Ryan, why don't you show that to your class, and maybe next week we can bring Uncle Ryan." Sydney said crouching down as best she could.
"But Mommy.." Ryan said in protest.
"Hey, Mister. No buts." She said firmly standing and reaching for her coat. "I'll tell you what. After the baby is born, maybe we can all go to show and tell together."
This peaked Ryan's interest, and all thoughts of 'Uncle Ryan' were gone in a flash. "Really?" He said, his eyes opening wide in delight.
"Really." Sydney said, opening the door and scooting him through it.
"How much longer till the baby is born-ded?" Ryan said scrambling to get into the car.
"Only one more month." Sydney said buckling him in.
"Can't we go to the hop-sital, and make the baby born-ded now?" Ryan said, eyes hopeful. "There would be no objections here." Sydney said scrambling to get into the car herself.
"Mommy, what are objections."
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