Chapter Two

Her normally doom-filled dreams were for once not doom-filled, the scent of the roses and her contentment with her life seeping into her dreams too.

The field of grass was blowing slightly in the wind, making it impossible to see far away.

"Brooke! Adam!" she called, "Where are you two?"

Two little blonde heads popped up and bobbled up and down, "We're here mommy!"

Sydney smiled brightly at her children, "Okay guys, you can go play again, just let me know where you are every once in a while."

Adam swiveled his little head, "Where's daddy?"

She shrugged, "Around here somewhere."

They nodded their little heads, Brooke's pigtails bobbing up and down before they disappeared in the grass once again.

Hearing something behind her, Sydney twirled around, only to have Vaughn topple into her and take her down into the high grass also.

"What a way to greet me," she chuckled.

"All the best for you my dear," he smiled endearingly down on her, causing her to erupt into a fit of giggles.

"Where are the kids?" he asked quietly.

"You know, they just asked the same thing about you," she told him, then she shrugged once again, "They're playing with each other somewhere out in the field."

"Good," he smirked before claiming her lips as his.

"I like it when you're rough," she said, her eyes still closed, "And when you're sweet and kind and adorable..."

"Are those the only times you like me?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.

"I like you all the time-"

"Honey I'm home!" he exclaimed, walking through the house towards the bedroom.

She sat bolt upright, thinking she was imagining his voice, that it was all a part of her dream, until of course, he peeked his head around the corner of the bedroom door.

A full-fledged smile broke out on her face as he made his way into the room and plopped down on the bed next to her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, "In the middle of the day?"

He glanced at the clock, "Haven't you ever heard of lunch break?"

She shook her head, "At the CIA they don't give us lunch breaks!"

Vaughn shrugged, "I created a lunch break for myself today, and it feels damn good!"

Sydney shook her head back and forth, "Hope you don't get in too much trouble."

"It will all be worth it since I got to see you, my sick girlfriend," he replied, kissing her lightly.

"Even if my dad kills you?" she wondered.

He nodded, "Even if he kills me."

Even though she wasn't standing, Sydney felt her knees and heart turning into jello. She closed her eyes and tried to quiet the stirring of her heart.

"Syd?" he questioned, "Are you okay?"

With her eyes closed, she could still envision his forehead wrinkles popping out in full force, and sure enough as she slowly opened her eyes they were there.

She smoothed them away and gave him a slight smile, "I'm fine. Trust me."

"Of course I trust you," he smiled, "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't tiring you out or anything - you need as much rest as possible."

"I actually am a little tired," she yawned, "As soon as you leave I'll go to sleep."

"Lay down!" he ordered playfully.

"What are you doing?" she giggled.

"I'm going to tuck you in," Vaughn explained, "So get under the covers."

She obeyed and he pulled the blankets up to her chin and placed a kiss on her forehead.

As he was turning to leave, she called out, "You better not even think of leaving before you give me a kiss."

He chuckled as he turned back and leaned over her as he connected their lips in a heated kiss, but broke away before things could get too far.

"I'll see you tonight after work," he told her, and she was back to sleep before he left the room, picking up where she had left off in that wonderful dream he had interrupted when he had first come.

'She looks like an angel,' he thought as he walked out the door, 'My beautiful, beautiful angel.'

TBC...