A/N: Hey I'm back. This chapter is a finish up of Lucy and Kevin's
conversation. They are my fav couple so just deal with it if you are not as
a big a fan as I am.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
KayKayeLLe- Glad you liked!
Mudd1- Thanks!
Chapter 8:
Jack Kinkirk
By the time the couple had finished observing the worn photo album, Lucy had tears in her eyes. Kevin had already joined her in the hospital bed, his arm behind her back, her head resting against his muscular chest.
"Oh Kevin," Lucy whispered, whipping away the tears gracing her cheeks. "Thank you so much for sharing this with me."
Kevin tenderly kissed the top of her head.
"I know I haven't talked about him much. It's just not one of those topics I can really openly talk about. I'm glad you like it," he answered.
"I love it," Lucy corrected him looking up at her husband. She gave him a genuine smile. "I really do."
He smiled back.
Lucy quickly flipped back through the pages to the front cover revealing the first picture she had seen.
"This is still my favorite," she told him, adjusting her head so that it rested beneath his chin.
"This was taken a couple months before he died," Kevin replied softly, recalling the memory still lurching in his mind. Never had that day disappeared from his memory, yet he always tried to erase it.
"It was this family picnic thing. Being the teenager that I was, I didn't want to go. My dad had to practically push me into the car," Kevin described the scene to his wife, laughing under his breath. "We got our picture taken, the whole family. When he passed, I dug it out of his wallet, the wallet he forgot to take to work that day."
"I couldn't even imagine losing my dad," Lucy sighed sympathetically," and at thirteen? Gosh, I was a crazy, emotional wreck at that age. How did you handle it?"
Kevin breathed deeply, slowly releasing it.
"I don't know how I handled it, I really don't. I mean, I understood that his job was life threatening, but you never really believe something like that could happen. My first thought was that he didn't deserve to die. It wasn't his house; it wasn't his problem. I kept thinking that he wasn't suppose to be in there. Well, somehow my family got through it," Kevin answered, pulling Lucy closer to him. "And when I got home this morning, all those thoughts and memories came swarming back. If I had lost you like I lost my father, I don't know what-"Lucy pulled away from his grip, turned to face him, and silenced him, placing her finger against his lips.
"Kevin, don't think like that. You can't live off the 'what ifs' all your life," she interrupted him softly, but her voice strong and serious. "I'm okay, but when I was in there, I wasn't worried about myself. I was worried about my parents and siblings, and I was worried about you. Kev, I knew how your father died, and I hated that you had to come home to that." Tears now glazed Lucy's crystal blue eyes.
"After my dad died, my mom always told Ben and me that he thought about us whenever he was doing his job," Kevin revealed solemnly. "We always wondered how she knew. Dad never talked about work."
"Well, Kev, it's true. When you're in a situation like that, the last thing you think about is yourself. You don't have time to be scared for yourself," Lucy said, wet tears slowly caressed her cheek. Kevin pulled his hand to her face, whipping them away.
"I was scared enough for the both of us," he whispered, his palm still resting against her cheek. Gracefully placing her hand beside his, Lucy gave him a small smile, one of love and sympathy.
"I love you," she said lovingly.
"And I love you," he replied without hesitation.
Lucy leaned in toward her husband and their lips met. Once they parted, Lucy continued, "Now for your present."
She took a slow deep breath, preparing herself.
"In every marriage, there are certain things a husband has to tell or ask his wife, and there are certain things a wife has to tell or ask her husband. One of your jobs as the husband was a proper proposal, and let me say you handled that very well and you waited until Valentine's Day, the most romantic day of the year. Me being the wife, I had to find a way to tell you that I was pregnant."
Kevin's jaw dropped as he realized the information Lucy had snuck into her speech. "Luce . . ." she cut him off.
"I decided to wait until Christmas," she continued before he could respond, a smile across her face, tears again in her eyes, "the perfect day for presents. Christmas morning, everyone would be around the tree and opening presents. Inside one of the boxes addressed to you was a shirt that read 'I am a Proud Dad!' and on the tree if you looked close enough, there was an ornament that read 'A New Kinkirk,' I guess a hospital room is the second best place to tell you that, yes . . . we're going to have a baby."
Kevin stared at her in shock, in awe, in astonishment, but a smirk soon crept across his face.
"You're pregnant?" he laughed.
"Yeah, I am." Lucy had a new glow in her face, one of an expectant mother, one that anyone could noticed.
"Come here you." Kevin pulled Lucy into a tight hug, still amazed by the thought that he was going to be a dad. Suddenly he realized something as he released his wife. "Is the baby okay?"
"Yes, the baby's fine. I had the doctor check when I first got to the hospital and I asked him not to tell you I was pregnant. I wanted to be the one to tell you," Lucy replied confidently. "And I have one more thing to tell you."
"There's more?" Kevin laughed.
"Just a little!" Lucy smiled mischievously. "I want to name our baby Jackson if it's a boy, and Jacqueline if it's a girl. I want our baby to have a name they can be proud of, named after a person they can be proud of."
Kevin was amazed. How could he have found someone so considerate, so loving, so perfect? This woman really respected him and his family, and he hoped he would always do the same for her.
"You want to name him or her after my dad?" Kevin replied, still shocked.
"Yeah. I love this baby, and I love you, and I know this is what you would have wanted," Lucy replied. She knew her husband wanted this, but wouldn't have mentioned it.
"I love you," Kevin told her.
"I know," she replied leaning in towards her husband as they shared a passionate kiss. When they released, Lucy cuddled up against his body, his hand resting on her stomach, her hand on top of his. "You must be exhausted. Go to sleep," she instructed him.
Even though he was tired, Kevin wasn't sure he could get to sleep with all the thoughts running through his head, but soon Lucy noticed his eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. Resting her head against his chest, Lucy too closed her eyes and slipped away into the dream world that was beckoning her to come.
A/N: I know it was sappy, but hey, what can I say. I am a huge fan of those too. Anyways, the next couple chapters will include the other family members, I promise. I just wanted to get this part completed because I have been anxious to write it. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I LOVE REVIEWS!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
KayKayeLLe- Glad you liked!
Mudd1- Thanks!
Chapter 8:
Jack Kinkirk
By the time the couple had finished observing the worn photo album, Lucy had tears in her eyes. Kevin had already joined her in the hospital bed, his arm behind her back, her head resting against his muscular chest.
"Oh Kevin," Lucy whispered, whipping away the tears gracing her cheeks. "Thank you so much for sharing this with me."
Kevin tenderly kissed the top of her head.
"I know I haven't talked about him much. It's just not one of those topics I can really openly talk about. I'm glad you like it," he answered.
"I love it," Lucy corrected him looking up at her husband. She gave him a genuine smile. "I really do."
He smiled back.
Lucy quickly flipped back through the pages to the front cover revealing the first picture she had seen.
"This is still my favorite," she told him, adjusting her head so that it rested beneath his chin.
"This was taken a couple months before he died," Kevin replied softly, recalling the memory still lurching in his mind. Never had that day disappeared from his memory, yet he always tried to erase it.
"It was this family picnic thing. Being the teenager that I was, I didn't want to go. My dad had to practically push me into the car," Kevin described the scene to his wife, laughing under his breath. "We got our picture taken, the whole family. When he passed, I dug it out of his wallet, the wallet he forgot to take to work that day."
"I couldn't even imagine losing my dad," Lucy sighed sympathetically," and at thirteen? Gosh, I was a crazy, emotional wreck at that age. How did you handle it?"
Kevin breathed deeply, slowly releasing it.
"I don't know how I handled it, I really don't. I mean, I understood that his job was life threatening, but you never really believe something like that could happen. My first thought was that he didn't deserve to die. It wasn't his house; it wasn't his problem. I kept thinking that he wasn't suppose to be in there. Well, somehow my family got through it," Kevin answered, pulling Lucy closer to him. "And when I got home this morning, all those thoughts and memories came swarming back. If I had lost you like I lost my father, I don't know what-"Lucy pulled away from his grip, turned to face him, and silenced him, placing her finger against his lips.
"Kevin, don't think like that. You can't live off the 'what ifs' all your life," she interrupted him softly, but her voice strong and serious. "I'm okay, but when I was in there, I wasn't worried about myself. I was worried about my parents and siblings, and I was worried about you. Kev, I knew how your father died, and I hated that you had to come home to that." Tears now glazed Lucy's crystal blue eyes.
"After my dad died, my mom always told Ben and me that he thought about us whenever he was doing his job," Kevin revealed solemnly. "We always wondered how she knew. Dad never talked about work."
"Well, Kev, it's true. When you're in a situation like that, the last thing you think about is yourself. You don't have time to be scared for yourself," Lucy said, wet tears slowly caressed her cheek. Kevin pulled his hand to her face, whipping them away.
"I was scared enough for the both of us," he whispered, his palm still resting against her cheek. Gracefully placing her hand beside his, Lucy gave him a small smile, one of love and sympathy.
"I love you," she said lovingly.
"And I love you," he replied without hesitation.
Lucy leaned in toward her husband and their lips met. Once they parted, Lucy continued, "Now for your present."
She took a slow deep breath, preparing herself.
"In every marriage, there are certain things a husband has to tell or ask his wife, and there are certain things a wife has to tell or ask her husband. One of your jobs as the husband was a proper proposal, and let me say you handled that very well and you waited until Valentine's Day, the most romantic day of the year. Me being the wife, I had to find a way to tell you that I was pregnant."
Kevin's jaw dropped as he realized the information Lucy had snuck into her speech. "Luce . . ." she cut him off.
"I decided to wait until Christmas," she continued before he could respond, a smile across her face, tears again in her eyes, "the perfect day for presents. Christmas morning, everyone would be around the tree and opening presents. Inside one of the boxes addressed to you was a shirt that read 'I am a Proud Dad!' and on the tree if you looked close enough, there was an ornament that read 'A New Kinkirk,' I guess a hospital room is the second best place to tell you that, yes . . . we're going to have a baby."
Kevin stared at her in shock, in awe, in astonishment, but a smirk soon crept across his face.
"You're pregnant?" he laughed.
"Yeah, I am." Lucy had a new glow in her face, one of an expectant mother, one that anyone could noticed.
"Come here you." Kevin pulled Lucy into a tight hug, still amazed by the thought that he was going to be a dad. Suddenly he realized something as he released his wife. "Is the baby okay?"
"Yes, the baby's fine. I had the doctor check when I first got to the hospital and I asked him not to tell you I was pregnant. I wanted to be the one to tell you," Lucy replied confidently. "And I have one more thing to tell you."
"There's more?" Kevin laughed.
"Just a little!" Lucy smiled mischievously. "I want to name our baby Jackson if it's a boy, and Jacqueline if it's a girl. I want our baby to have a name they can be proud of, named after a person they can be proud of."
Kevin was amazed. How could he have found someone so considerate, so loving, so perfect? This woman really respected him and his family, and he hoped he would always do the same for her.
"You want to name him or her after my dad?" Kevin replied, still shocked.
"Yeah. I love this baby, and I love you, and I know this is what you would have wanted," Lucy replied. She knew her husband wanted this, but wouldn't have mentioned it.
"I love you," Kevin told her.
"I know," she replied leaning in towards her husband as they shared a passionate kiss. When they released, Lucy cuddled up against his body, his hand resting on her stomach, her hand on top of his. "You must be exhausted. Go to sleep," she instructed him.
Even though he was tired, Kevin wasn't sure he could get to sleep with all the thoughts running through his head, but soon Lucy noticed his eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. Resting her head against his chest, Lucy too closed her eyes and slipped away into the dream world that was beckoning her to come.
A/N: I know it was sappy, but hey, what can I say. I am a huge fan of those too. Anyways, the next couple chapters will include the other family members, I promise. I just wanted to get this part completed because I have been anxious to write it. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I LOVE REVIEWS!!!!