19: Almost Two Years
A/N: Yipee! for those of you who review, but also for everyone who reads! And once again, I own nothing although whoever holds the deed to Vaughn, I am interested in making an offer.
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Almost two years later
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Michael Vaughn pulled his government issue car into the driveway of his beach front home. The house wasn't huge, but the perfect size for the family it housed. Slowly, he exited his vehicle, stopping at the mailbox to gather the mail, and made his way into his home.
Meanwhile inside the house, small footsteps were heard pounding their way from the playroom to the front door.
"Maddy, wait sweetheart." Sydney called as she chased after her daughter.
Madalyn always waited all day for her father's return from the office, she knew the sound of his car and took off running when she heard it, and before anyone knew it, Maddy was waiting at the door to greet him at the end of the day.
Hurtling past Donovan, who rested leisurely on the couch, Maddy rounded her last corner and made her way into the foyer before Vaughn had entered the house and before Sydney had caught up with her.
As soon as Vaughn had turned the knob to enter his home, a small voice yelled out "Daddy!" confirming his suspicion, that once again Maddy had made her way to the door before he did.
Dropping his briefcase and hanging his jacket in one swift motion, Vaughn crouched down and gathered up the bundle of energy that demanded his attention.
"Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?" He asked while searching the room for Sydney.
As Maddy filled her father in on all the exciting things that happened to her in her own form of indistinguishable babble, Vaughn carried his daughter further into the house in search of Sydney.
"Syd?" he questioned, wondering why she had not yet made her appearance.
"I'm in here!" she yelled from the kitchen, where she had taken up residence after she had halted her chase of her daughter once she had heard Vaughn's voice in the house.
He made his way back to the kitchen all the while listening to Maddy tell him all about how she and Papa Jack had watched TV and how Papa Jack liked to watch "Max and Ruby" with her.
"And we had ice cream, but it was all melted," she said with slight disappointment.
"Sounds like you had a very exciting day, sweetie, why don't you go play while I help mommy with dinner, okay?
"Okay, daddy." Was her simple reply.
With a quick kiss to her temple, Vaughn placed his daughter down on the floor, and she scampered off to either play, or dress Donovan in doll clothes.
After watching their daughter run off, Vaughn turned to greet his wife, "Hey, how was your day?"
"Fine, you?" She asswered distractedly while turning her attention back to the salad she was preparing.
"You expect me to believe that?" he questioned, knowing that something was bothering her, and he thought he had a pretty good idea of what it was.
"It's about tomorrow, I mean what if they do find Rambaldi or whatever when they take her blood. I mean, tomorrow our daughter turns two, I should be happy, I should be planning a party, but no, of course I'm worried about a prophecy." Shaking her head and dropping the utensils she was holding she turns to face him, "I don't want our daughter to be used to fulfill a prophecy, Vaughn, I want her to be normal. I mean look at us, we have made a normal life for ourselves, and now we have to jump right back into this stuff. I just can't do it anymore." She said, bursting into tears and grabbing onto Vaughn as though her life depended on it.
Holding onto Sydney his hands stroked her hair and rubbed soothing circles on her back, allowing her to cry and let her emotions out.
"It's gonna be okay, Syd, I promise you. It'll all be okay." Vaughn says, then meeting her eyes, he whispers out another I promise and their lips meet in a passionate and loving kiss, reassuring one another that no matter what happens, they will get through it together.
At that moment a small curly brown head chose to make its way back into the kitchen. Wiggling her way in between her two parents, Madalyn tapped her father on the knee and pulled on his pant leg, clamoring for attention.
As soon as her parents looked down to acknowledge her presence, she yelled out, "UP!" hoping her parents would let her in.
Once resting comfortably in her father's arms she noticed that Sydney had been crying. Madalyn reached out to touch her mother, "It's gonna be okay mommy, no cryin'"
Sydney, touched that her small daughter could show so much compassion at her age, reached out for her baby. Once Maddy was in her arms she gave her a tight hug, and then, in hopes of raising the spirits in the room, began to tickle the child in her arms.
Maddy let our squeals of delight as both her mother and father joined in the tickling. And in that moments they were normal, just a normal family having fun. The drama of tomorrow would have to wait.
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Sorry that was short, but I wanted to get at least another chapter up before I go away. Thank you for reading, and remember to review or you'll never know what Rambaldi's massage is.
A/N: Yipee! for those of you who review, but also for everyone who reads! And once again, I own nothing although whoever holds the deed to Vaughn, I am interested in making an offer.
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Almost two years later
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Michael Vaughn pulled his government issue car into the driveway of his beach front home. The house wasn't huge, but the perfect size for the family it housed. Slowly, he exited his vehicle, stopping at the mailbox to gather the mail, and made his way into his home.
Meanwhile inside the house, small footsteps were heard pounding their way from the playroom to the front door.
"Maddy, wait sweetheart." Sydney called as she chased after her daughter.
Madalyn always waited all day for her father's return from the office, she knew the sound of his car and took off running when she heard it, and before anyone knew it, Maddy was waiting at the door to greet him at the end of the day.
Hurtling past Donovan, who rested leisurely on the couch, Maddy rounded her last corner and made her way into the foyer before Vaughn had entered the house and before Sydney had caught up with her.
As soon as Vaughn had turned the knob to enter his home, a small voice yelled out "Daddy!" confirming his suspicion, that once again Maddy had made her way to the door before he did.
Dropping his briefcase and hanging his jacket in one swift motion, Vaughn crouched down and gathered up the bundle of energy that demanded his attention.
"Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?" He asked while searching the room for Sydney.
As Maddy filled her father in on all the exciting things that happened to her in her own form of indistinguishable babble, Vaughn carried his daughter further into the house in search of Sydney.
"Syd?" he questioned, wondering why she had not yet made her appearance.
"I'm in here!" she yelled from the kitchen, where she had taken up residence after she had halted her chase of her daughter once she had heard Vaughn's voice in the house.
He made his way back to the kitchen all the while listening to Maddy tell him all about how she and Papa Jack had watched TV and how Papa Jack liked to watch "Max and Ruby" with her.
"And we had ice cream, but it was all melted," she said with slight disappointment.
"Sounds like you had a very exciting day, sweetie, why don't you go play while I help mommy with dinner, okay?
"Okay, daddy." Was her simple reply.
With a quick kiss to her temple, Vaughn placed his daughter down on the floor, and she scampered off to either play, or dress Donovan in doll clothes.
After watching their daughter run off, Vaughn turned to greet his wife, "Hey, how was your day?"
"Fine, you?" She asswered distractedly while turning her attention back to the salad she was preparing.
"You expect me to believe that?" he questioned, knowing that something was bothering her, and he thought he had a pretty good idea of what it was.
"It's about tomorrow, I mean what if they do find Rambaldi or whatever when they take her blood. I mean, tomorrow our daughter turns two, I should be happy, I should be planning a party, but no, of course I'm worried about a prophecy." Shaking her head and dropping the utensils she was holding she turns to face him, "I don't want our daughter to be used to fulfill a prophecy, Vaughn, I want her to be normal. I mean look at us, we have made a normal life for ourselves, and now we have to jump right back into this stuff. I just can't do it anymore." She said, bursting into tears and grabbing onto Vaughn as though her life depended on it.
Holding onto Sydney his hands stroked her hair and rubbed soothing circles on her back, allowing her to cry and let her emotions out.
"It's gonna be okay, Syd, I promise you. It'll all be okay." Vaughn says, then meeting her eyes, he whispers out another I promise and their lips meet in a passionate and loving kiss, reassuring one another that no matter what happens, they will get through it together.
At that moment a small curly brown head chose to make its way back into the kitchen. Wiggling her way in between her two parents, Madalyn tapped her father on the knee and pulled on his pant leg, clamoring for attention.
As soon as her parents looked down to acknowledge her presence, she yelled out, "UP!" hoping her parents would let her in.
Once resting comfortably in her father's arms she noticed that Sydney had been crying. Madalyn reached out to touch her mother, "It's gonna be okay mommy, no cryin'"
Sydney, touched that her small daughter could show so much compassion at her age, reached out for her baby. Once Maddy was in her arms she gave her a tight hug, and then, in hopes of raising the spirits in the room, began to tickle the child in her arms.
Maddy let our squeals of delight as both her mother and father joined in the tickling. And in that moments they were normal, just a normal family having fun. The drama of tomorrow would have to wait.
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Sorry that was short, but I wanted to get at least another chapter up before I go away. Thank you for reading, and remember to review or you'll never know what Rambaldi's massage is.