Winnie stared at the ceiling not wanting to sleep, afraid when she woke up
Miles would only have been a dream and she'd be alone once more.
She sat up, the whole process taking her about two minutes to accomplish, and looked over the edge of her bed looking upon the sleeping figure of Miles. He looked so cute, so peaceful. It was like it was his only refuge from life. As she sat the staring at him, she wondered what he dreamt about.
She must have sat there for a long time for by the time she laid back down her back was killing her. Staring at Miles must have done something to her because sleep finally came.
*~*~*
Miles awoke suddenly. He sat straight up panting. He glanced up at Winnie, who was sleeping. Everything seem to be in order. Tomorrow he would start working on the old Tuck house, their house. He'd get as many people to help him and they'd be done soon enough. The baby is due any day now and it would be nice to get a head start.
Looking at the sleeping form of Winnie, he smiled. She was so beautiful when she slept. He remembered staring at his wife, watching her sleep. He came to find that he was thinking the same thought now as he did then.
There's something about dreams, he thought. You know they aren't real, but deep in your heart you believe they are. For as long as he can remember, he had dreamt about the sweet relief of death, but now, now that he was hear with Winnie, he thought about life. After all these years he was glad he was alive. It was amazing how one person could change your whole perspective on life. One person could change everything, but the person didn't know what she changed. She was completely oblivious to things under her nose.
Miles sighed rolling on his side. His feelings can wait; right now he needed to sleep so he was fit to work. It would be a long week and he needed all the rest he could get.
A/N: Short, I know, but at least I updated. Haven't done that forever. Will update soon, this weekend hopefully. Please review! I don't care if you hate my choice of pairings and want me to die for corrupting that what was holy. Just review, or if you like, flame me. I don't care all to much. Just don't tell me to go to hell like some people already have. Just be nice. Thanks!
She sat up, the whole process taking her about two minutes to accomplish, and looked over the edge of her bed looking upon the sleeping figure of Miles. He looked so cute, so peaceful. It was like it was his only refuge from life. As she sat the staring at him, she wondered what he dreamt about.
She must have sat there for a long time for by the time she laid back down her back was killing her. Staring at Miles must have done something to her because sleep finally came.
*~*~*
Miles awoke suddenly. He sat straight up panting. He glanced up at Winnie, who was sleeping. Everything seem to be in order. Tomorrow he would start working on the old Tuck house, their house. He'd get as many people to help him and they'd be done soon enough. The baby is due any day now and it would be nice to get a head start.
Looking at the sleeping form of Winnie, he smiled. She was so beautiful when she slept. He remembered staring at his wife, watching her sleep. He came to find that he was thinking the same thought now as he did then.
There's something about dreams, he thought. You know they aren't real, but deep in your heart you believe they are. For as long as he can remember, he had dreamt about the sweet relief of death, but now, now that he was hear with Winnie, he thought about life. After all these years he was glad he was alive. It was amazing how one person could change your whole perspective on life. One person could change everything, but the person didn't know what she changed. She was completely oblivious to things under her nose.
Miles sighed rolling on his side. His feelings can wait; right now he needed to sleep so he was fit to work. It would be a long week and he needed all the rest he could get.
A/N: Short, I know, but at least I updated. Haven't done that forever. Will update soon, this weekend hopefully. Please review! I don't care if you hate my choice of pairings and want me to die for corrupting that what was holy. Just review, or if you like, flame me. I don't care all to much. Just don't tell me to go to hell like some people already have. Just be nice. Thanks!