8: Hello, Baby girl
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The words seemed to ricochet around the room, seemingly unable to find a place to land. The two shocked agents unable to accept the news they had just received. Slowly, confusion, disbelief, and anger faded and made way for curiosity, happiness, and most importantly love for the child that was theirs.
Eventually Irina's words ceased their unending marathon about the room and Sydney managed to voice the doubt she and Vaughn both possessed "our what?" before falling back into the silence that had blanketed herself and Vaughn and grabbing his hand for support. Rewarded with the squeeze she was looking for, she turned to face her mother.
"Your daughter, Sydney." Irina said. She walked out of the room, returning what seemed like hours later, with a small bundle in her arms.
The bundle, wrapped in what appeared to be the softest pink blanket imaginable, gave a tiny sigh as it was passed from the arms of its grandmother to its own mother.
As the baby was placed gently into Sydney's arms, she looked at her mother and asked her how this was possible and why this was happening with her eyes, never even speaking a word.
But before she could wait for a response, her eyes landed on the bundle resting in her arms. Her own brown eyes met the brilliant green ones of her daughter. Sydney recognized those eyes, they were the same ones that had haunted her at night, while she was cold, and lonely without Vaughn.
Vaughn.
This was without a doubt their child. Her facial features were all Sydney, but her eyes, her eyes were all Vaughn.
She was broken from her extensive study of the child in her arms when her own mother began speaking again. "The surrogate gave birth only about 12 hours ago. I returned with the baby only shortly before the two of you arrived. We hadn't even had a chance to give her a name when you came."
Irina said, now that Sydney was out of her trance she remembered that Vaughn was right behind her, he needed to see his daughter too. But, as she turned to find him, she was stopped by his hand on her shoulder. He had been there the whole time, peering at the baby from behind her shoulder the whole time. Silently supporting her, like always.
Neither of them noticed when Irina slowly crept from the room to allow the little family to meet one another properly. Walking to stand in front of Sydney now, Vaughn couldn't help but be mesmerized by the beauty of the child that lay in the arms of the woman he loved, his soul mate.
Reaching out, Vaughn touched his daughter for the first time, his larger hands, grasped her tiny ones, they traced the shape of her cheeks, her nose, her tiny lips. And then turning his eyes to Sydney, he does the same to her. And then, he replaces his fingers with his lips, finally he kisses her forehead and pulls back slightly.
"She is so beautiful, Sydney, just like you." he whispers. And quietly their foreheads nearly touching, Sydney manages to whisper in disbelief, "we have a daughter."
"Yeah, it looks that way," he says managing not to chuckle at her childlike disbelief.
"I can't believe this. Why would they do this?" she questions, while pulling away to look for her mother.
When she couldn't find her, Vaughn stepped out of the room, in search of Irina and the answers they desperately needed.
Finding her just down the hall Vaughn asked Irina to come back and to explain.
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Once again they all sat down, this time however in a beautifully decorated nursery filled with every baby item ever imaginable. The room, painted light pink, with a beautiful mural of the countryside on one wall was truly breathtaking. Sydney hoped that she would be able to provide this kind of home for her daughter once they left this place.
"So mom, how did this happen? How is she here?" Sydney asked once she had seated herself in the rocker and began to rock with the baby in her arms.
"Well, Sydney as I told you before we had collected a DNA sample from both yourself and Agent Vaughn in the event that we would require it. As you know, the prophecy detailed that your first born child would reveal Rambaldi's ultimate message and we couldn't wait for the two of you to have a child because Sloane and Sark were very close to figuring out the true prophecy.
So we used your genetic material and had a surrogate carry the baby to term. Her genetic material is in analysis now. And now we just need to wait until her second birthday, when we can extract the information we will need.
We weren't going to tell you about her until after the location had been revealed, but I trust that since we have been honest with you, you will be courteous enough to allow us access to that information when it becomes available."
Irina said, as she stood to make her exit. "I'll allow the three of you some time alone, there is a spare bedroom next door for the two fo you to use. I'll see you in the morning."
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Sydney turned to Vaughn, both were shocked to say the least. What are we going to do. This is insane! She thought to herself.
"Vaughn, this is insane. What are we going to do? What...this is crazy!" She almost exclaimed, but stopped herself when she remembered the bundle in her arms.
"I completely forgot, do you wanna hold her?" Sydney asked, realizing that Vaughn needed to hold his daughter just as much as she had.
"Sure" was his simple response.
And gently, the precious child was shifted from her mother to her father. Her eyes once again open for a view of her parents who were staring down at her lovingly.
"Hello, baby girl." Vaughn whispered looking down at the child in his arms. Then turning to Sydney, "I think she needs a name don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah she does. Any ideas?"
Sydney said while looking around the room, finally letting her eyes settle on the picture before her. The man she loves holding their child, showing such love and concern for the tiny being residing in his gentle embrace. The love she felt for the two people before her left her breathless. "Are you angry?" she asked abruptly, "I mean that this happened."
"I'm angry that our parents planned our lives, yes. And I'm angry that our daughter had to be born into the spy trade, that she wasn't conceived when I made love to you, and that I didn't get to see you carrying our child. But, I'm not angry that I'm standing here holding our daughter, next to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Because no matter how we got here, were here, and I love you, and I love our baby and that is all that really matters." he paused before continuing.
"Sydney, I promise that one day, were are going to escape all this spy crap and we'll have a normal life with our daughter, we'll giver her the family neither of us had growing up, we'll give her the family we all deserve." He finished, searching Sydney's eyes hoping to see her own acceptance of his plan.
What he sees in her eyes is love, and hope for the future. Sydney leans in towards him, to rest her head on his should so they can peer at the tiny pink bundle together, "you know, when I look at you holding her, I can almost think we are normal. That we spent nine months waiting for her, decorating this nursery, fighting over names. That we could actually take her to the park and for a picnic without worrying. That we could have a house on the beach and watch her grow up."
"We can, Syd, we can. And we will."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Thanks for reading, next chapter soon. I've picked the name, but all suggestions are still welcomed, I'm fickle and likely to change my mind. I love you, if you review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! :(
Thank you to all that review, you are amazing! Keep the reviews coming! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "Sydney, Michael, would you like to meet your daughter?" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The words seemed to ricochet around the room, seemingly unable to find a place to land. The two shocked agents unable to accept the news they had just received. Slowly, confusion, disbelief, and anger faded and made way for curiosity, happiness, and most importantly love for the child that was theirs.
Eventually Irina's words ceased their unending marathon about the room and Sydney managed to voice the doubt she and Vaughn both possessed "our what?" before falling back into the silence that had blanketed herself and Vaughn and grabbing his hand for support. Rewarded with the squeeze she was looking for, she turned to face her mother.
"Your daughter, Sydney." Irina said. She walked out of the room, returning what seemed like hours later, with a small bundle in her arms.
The bundle, wrapped in what appeared to be the softest pink blanket imaginable, gave a tiny sigh as it was passed from the arms of its grandmother to its own mother.
As the baby was placed gently into Sydney's arms, she looked at her mother and asked her how this was possible and why this was happening with her eyes, never even speaking a word.
But before she could wait for a response, her eyes landed on the bundle resting in her arms. Her own brown eyes met the brilliant green ones of her daughter. Sydney recognized those eyes, they were the same ones that had haunted her at night, while she was cold, and lonely without Vaughn.
Vaughn.
This was without a doubt their child. Her facial features were all Sydney, but her eyes, her eyes were all Vaughn.
She was broken from her extensive study of the child in her arms when her own mother began speaking again. "The surrogate gave birth only about 12 hours ago. I returned with the baby only shortly before the two of you arrived. We hadn't even had a chance to give her a name when you came."
Irina said, now that Sydney was out of her trance she remembered that Vaughn was right behind her, he needed to see his daughter too. But, as she turned to find him, she was stopped by his hand on her shoulder. He had been there the whole time, peering at the baby from behind her shoulder the whole time. Silently supporting her, like always.
Neither of them noticed when Irina slowly crept from the room to allow the little family to meet one another properly. Walking to stand in front of Sydney now, Vaughn couldn't help but be mesmerized by the beauty of the child that lay in the arms of the woman he loved, his soul mate.
Reaching out, Vaughn touched his daughter for the first time, his larger hands, grasped her tiny ones, they traced the shape of her cheeks, her nose, her tiny lips. And then turning his eyes to Sydney, he does the same to her. And then, he replaces his fingers with his lips, finally he kisses her forehead and pulls back slightly.
"She is so beautiful, Sydney, just like you." he whispers. And quietly their foreheads nearly touching, Sydney manages to whisper in disbelief, "we have a daughter."
"Yeah, it looks that way," he says managing not to chuckle at her childlike disbelief.
"I can't believe this. Why would they do this?" she questions, while pulling away to look for her mother.
When she couldn't find her, Vaughn stepped out of the room, in search of Irina and the answers they desperately needed.
Finding her just down the hall Vaughn asked Irina to come back and to explain.
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Once again they all sat down, this time however in a beautifully decorated nursery filled with every baby item ever imaginable. The room, painted light pink, with a beautiful mural of the countryside on one wall was truly breathtaking. Sydney hoped that she would be able to provide this kind of home for her daughter once they left this place.
"So mom, how did this happen? How is she here?" Sydney asked once she had seated herself in the rocker and began to rock with the baby in her arms.
"Well, Sydney as I told you before we had collected a DNA sample from both yourself and Agent Vaughn in the event that we would require it. As you know, the prophecy detailed that your first born child would reveal Rambaldi's ultimate message and we couldn't wait for the two of you to have a child because Sloane and Sark were very close to figuring out the true prophecy.
So we used your genetic material and had a surrogate carry the baby to term. Her genetic material is in analysis now. And now we just need to wait until her second birthday, when we can extract the information we will need.
We weren't going to tell you about her until after the location had been revealed, but I trust that since we have been honest with you, you will be courteous enough to allow us access to that information when it becomes available."
Irina said, as she stood to make her exit. "I'll allow the three of you some time alone, there is a spare bedroom next door for the two fo you to use. I'll see you in the morning."
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Sydney turned to Vaughn, both were shocked to say the least. What are we going to do. This is insane! She thought to herself.
"Vaughn, this is insane. What are we going to do? What...this is crazy!" She almost exclaimed, but stopped herself when she remembered the bundle in her arms.
"I completely forgot, do you wanna hold her?" Sydney asked, realizing that Vaughn needed to hold his daughter just as much as she had.
"Sure" was his simple response.
And gently, the precious child was shifted from her mother to her father. Her eyes once again open for a view of her parents who were staring down at her lovingly.
"Hello, baby girl." Vaughn whispered looking down at the child in his arms. Then turning to Sydney, "I think she needs a name don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah she does. Any ideas?"
Sydney said while looking around the room, finally letting her eyes settle on the picture before her. The man she loves holding their child, showing such love and concern for the tiny being residing in his gentle embrace. The love she felt for the two people before her left her breathless. "Are you angry?" she asked abruptly, "I mean that this happened."
"I'm angry that our parents planned our lives, yes. And I'm angry that our daughter had to be born into the spy trade, that she wasn't conceived when I made love to you, and that I didn't get to see you carrying our child. But, I'm not angry that I'm standing here holding our daughter, next to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Because no matter how we got here, were here, and I love you, and I love our baby and that is all that really matters." he paused before continuing.
"Sydney, I promise that one day, were are going to escape all this spy crap and we'll have a normal life with our daughter, we'll giver her the family neither of us had growing up, we'll give her the family we all deserve." He finished, searching Sydney's eyes hoping to see her own acceptance of his plan.
What he sees in her eyes is love, and hope for the future. Sydney leans in towards him, to rest her head on his should so they can peer at the tiny pink bundle together, "you know, when I look at you holding her, I can almost think we are normal. That we spent nine months waiting for her, decorating this nursery, fighting over names. That we could actually take her to the park and for a picnic without worrying. That we could have a house on the beach and watch her grow up."
"We can, Syd, we can. And we will."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Thanks for reading, next chapter soon. I've picked the name, but all suggestions are still welcomed, I'm fickle and likely to change my mind. I love you, if you review!