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London Present day.
Nigel Bailey gently placed two roses at his parents grave, as tears slowly slid down his face. For years he had not be able to bring himself to come here, the pain of their death's had ripped a hole in his heart, that had only recently started to heal. Nigel knelt down in front of their grave maker as he slowly ran his fingers over their names. He knew it was silly, but it somehow made him feel closer to them. "I miss you." his hushed voice filled with pain "Oh God, I wish you were here." Nigel raised a trembling hand to his face as he tried to get his emotions under control.
Sydney felt her heart breaking for Nigel. She knew the pain all too well of losing a parent. She could only imagine what it have been like for him to lose both of his parents at such a tender age. Sydney didn't know how she would have recovered from her mother's death, if she hadn't had her father by her side. As she started to go to him, she saw him slowly stand and turn towards her. She pulled him into her arms letting him know she shared his grief.
Nigel welcomed her embrace. It had been Sydney's love for him that had driven away the emptiness that he had felt for more years then he cared to remember. As long as he had Sydney, he had everything. How he wished his parents could have met her, for them to know how happy she made him. He pulled away just enough to look into her beautiful brown eyes. "I wish you could have meet them Syd"
She reached up wiping the tears from his eyes. "In a way I already have. All I have to do is look at you."
Nigel was speechless, lost in the depths of her mahogany eyes. Even when his world seemed to descend into darkness, she was the light that guided him back. Words would never to be able to express his love for Sydney. She completed him in a ways he had never dreamt possible. He leaned his head into the gentle caress of her hand, before reaching up and clasping it.
They walked silently, hand in hand back to the car. The conference had ended the day before, and this was their last day in London. Nigel had wanted to visit his parent's grave before they caught their flight home. Sydney could not express how honored she felt that Nigel had asked her to come. To give her a chance to pay her respects, to two people who had unknowingly changed her life by bringing Nigel into the world. When she visited her mother's grave, she always did it alone, never asking anyone, not even her father to go with her. The pain was just to private, to personal to share, but as she looked over at Nigel she knew he was the one person she could share it with, like he had done with her. It frightened her at times, just how much he meant to her, but it was a fear she was more than willing to live with.
Two weeks later
"A baby at his age, is he out of his mind!" Sydney furiously paced around the living room, trying to digest what he father had just told her. "What is he thinking! He should be bouncing grandchildren on his knees, not another child." She looked over at Nigel with daggers in her eyes as she saw the grin on his face. "Don't you even think about it!"
Nigel did his best to look chagrined, but was unable to keep his grin from widening "Parish the thought." Right. He would just have to convince her otherwise, and he had all time in the world to do it, now that they were living together. Nigel watched as she finally stopped her pacing and stood, arms crossed staring out the bay window. He hated to see her so upset, and over something he thought was wonderful news. Getting up from the sofa he walked over to her, putting his arms around her waist as he stood behind her.
Sydney leaned into his embrace, suddenly feeling guilty about taking her anger out on Nigel. She wasn't mad at him, in fact she wasn't even truly mad at her father. It was his life after all, and if he and Jenny wanted children, who was she to object. The truth of the matter hit home. Sydney realized she was jealous of the baby. Jealous of the baby taking away the father who had been exclusively hers for all of her life. She turned around to look at Nigel. Considering how his own older brother Preston had treated him until only recently, only made her feel more guilty for taking out her jealousy on him. "I'm sorry Nigel, I shouldn't be yelling at you."
"There's no need to apologize, that's what I'm here for." Nigel gazed into her lovely face. There it was, her beautiful smile. He pulled her into an even tighter embrace, as he slowly reached over and gave a very slow and passionate kiss.
After what seemed like a sweet eternity, their lips parted. As Nigel looked at her he could still see the trepidation in her eyes. He reached up, running his finger through her soft hair. "It's going to be okay. Just because there's going to be a new baby, doesn't mean your father is going to love you any less"
It was just like Nigel to know exactly what she was thinking. "I know." She moved into his comforting embrace, resting her head on his shoulder "What if I'm an awful sister? What if the baby hates me?"
Nigel held her tighter, loving the fact she was clinging to him for support. "The baby is going to love you."
"How can you be so sure. Look at you and Preston, its taken the two of......." Nigel cut her off before she could say another word.
"Syd!" He pulled back slightly, as he lifted her chin with his finger until their eyes met. "You are nothing like Preston! He made a choice to shut me out of his life for all those years. Are you telling me, you plan too do the same thing?"
"No, I just......I don't know. When I was little I always wanted a little sister or brother. Better late than never, right."
"Exactly. Anyway, I have a feeling the newest little Fox will be so impressed with their big sister, that he or she will be wanting to follow you all over the world."
"Not if my father or Jenny have any say in the matter." She felt her jealousy melt away as she looked into Nigel's handsome face. He always seemed to know how to make her feel better.
"Hey, I have an idea, how about I put in a movie and make some popcorn? We can veg out as you Americans say for the rest of the evening in front of the telly."
"Sounds good."
"All right than" Nigel headed over to the entertainment center, while Sydney headed over towards the couch. He looked back over at Sydney. "So what do you want to watch?"
"Surprise me." Sydney responded as she noticed the slight chill in the air. She went over and grabbed the throw that was draped over the love seat.
Nigel scanned through the selections and smiled at he saw the title of one of his favorite movies. He put the movie in, before heading towards the kitchen.
Sydney could not control her giggles as she recognized the opening scenes from Raiders of the Lost Ark. A good relic hunt could always improve her mood, even if this one was only on film. She snuggled back into the sofa, wrapping herself in the soft chenille throw.
Nigel finally came back and snuggled up next to her with a huge bowl of popcorn just as Indy was being chased back to the plane by the tribes people. He had always been a fan of Indiana Jones, and never in his wildest dreams ever thought he could relate.
London Present day.
Nigel Bailey gently placed two roses at his parents grave, as tears slowly slid down his face. For years he had not be able to bring himself to come here, the pain of their death's had ripped a hole in his heart, that had only recently started to heal. Nigel knelt down in front of their grave maker as he slowly ran his fingers over their names. He knew it was silly, but it somehow made him feel closer to them. "I miss you." his hushed voice filled with pain "Oh God, I wish you were here." Nigel raised a trembling hand to his face as he tried to get his emotions under control.
Sydney felt her heart breaking for Nigel. She knew the pain all too well of losing a parent. She could only imagine what it have been like for him to lose both of his parents at such a tender age. Sydney didn't know how she would have recovered from her mother's death, if she hadn't had her father by her side. As she started to go to him, she saw him slowly stand and turn towards her. She pulled him into her arms letting him know she shared his grief.
Nigel welcomed her embrace. It had been Sydney's love for him that had driven away the emptiness that he had felt for more years then he cared to remember. As long as he had Sydney, he had everything. How he wished his parents could have met her, for them to know how happy she made him. He pulled away just enough to look into her beautiful brown eyes. "I wish you could have meet them Syd"
She reached up wiping the tears from his eyes. "In a way I already have. All I have to do is look at you."
Nigel was speechless, lost in the depths of her mahogany eyes. Even when his world seemed to descend into darkness, she was the light that guided him back. Words would never to be able to express his love for Sydney. She completed him in a ways he had never dreamt possible. He leaned his head into the gentle caress of her hand, before reaching up and clasping it.
They walked silently, hand in hand back to the car. The conference had ended the day before, and this was their last day in London. Nigel had wanted to visit his parent's grave before they caught their flight home. Sydney could not express how honored she felt that Nigel had asked her to come. To give her a chance to pay her respects, to two people who had unknowingly changed her life by bringing Nigel into the world. When she visited her mother's grave, she always did it alone, never asking anyone, not even her father to go with her. The pain was just to private, to personal to share, but as she looked over at Nigel she knew he was the one person she could share it with, like he had done with her. It frightened her at times, just how much he meant to her, but it was a fear she was more than willing to live with.
Two weeks later
"A baby at his age, is he out of his mind!" Sydney furiously paced around the living room, trying to digest what he father had just told her. "What is he thinking! He should be bouncing grandchildren on his knees, not another child." She looked over at Nigel with daggers in her eyes as she saw the grin on his face. "Don't you even think about it!"
Nigel did his best to look chagrined, but was unable to keep his grin from widening "Parish the thought." Right. He would just have to convince her otherwise, and he had all time in the world to do it, now that they were living together. Nigel watched as she finally stopped her pacing and stood, arms crossed staring out the bay window. He hated to see her so upset, and over something he thought was wonderful news. Getting up from the sofa he walked over to her, putting his arms around her waist as he stood behind her.
Sydney leaned into his embrace, suddenly feeling guilty about taking her anger out on Nigel. She wasn't mad at him, in fact she wasn't even truly mad at her father. It was his life after all, and if he and Jenny wanted children, who was she to object. The truth of the matter hit home. Sydney realized she was jealous of the baby. Jealous of the baby taking away the father who had been exclusively hers for all of her life. She turned around to look at Nigel. Considering how his own older brother Preston had treated him until only recently, only made her feel more guilty for taking out her jealousy on him. "I'm sorry Nigel, I shouldn't be yelling at you."
"There's no need to apologize, that's what I'm here for." Nigel gazed into her lovely face. There it was, her beautiful smile. He pulled her into an even tighter embrace, as he slowly reached over and gave a very slow and passionate kiss.
After what seemed like a sweet eternity, their lips parted. As Nigel looked at her he could still see the trepidation in her eyes. He reached up, running his finger through her soft hair. "It's going to be okay. Just because there's going to be a new baby, doesn't mean your father is going to love you any less"
It was just like Nigel to know exactly what she was thinking. "I know." She moved into his comforting embrace, resting her head on his shoulder "What if I'm an awful sister? What if the baby hates me?"
Nigel held her tighter, loving the fact she was clinging to him for support. "The baby is going to love you."
"How can you be so sure. Look at you and Preston, its taken the two of......." Nigel cut her off before she could say another word.
"Syd!" He pulled back slightly, as he lifted her chin with his finger until their eyes met. "You are nothing like Preston! He made a choice to shut me out of his life for all those years. Are you telling me, you plan too do the same thing?"
"No, I just......I don't know. When I was little I always wanted a little sister or brother. Better late than never, right."
"Exactly. Anyway, I have a feeling the newest little Fox will be so impressed with their big sister, that he or she will be wanting to follow you all over the world."
"Not if my father or Jenny have any say in the matter." She felt her jealousy melt away as she looked into Nigel's handsome face. He always seemed to know how to make her feel better.
"Hey, I have an idea, how about I put in a movie and make some popcorn? We can veg out as you Americans say for the rest of the evening in front of the telly."
"Sounds good."
"All right than" Nigel headed over to the entertainment center, while Sydney headed over towards the couch. He looked back over at Sydney. "So what do you want to watch?"
"Surprise me." Sydney responded as she noticed the slight chill in the air. She went over and grabbed the throw that was draped over the love seat.
Nigel scanned through the selections and smiled at he saw the title of one of his favorite movies. He put the movie in, before heading towards the kitchen.
Sydney could not control her giggles as she recognized the opening scenes from Raiders of the Lost Ark. A good relic hunt could always improve her mood, even if this one was only on film. She snuggled back into the sofa, wrapping herself in the soft chenille throw.
Nigel finally came back and snuggled up next to her with a huge bowl of popcorn just as Indy was being chased back to the plane by the tribes people. He had always been a fan of Indiana Jones, and never in his wildest dreams ever thought he could relate.