I'm awoken by the first hint of morning light. I lie awake just watching her. God, she's beautiful, sleeping peacefully with an arm draped across her swollen belly. I mean, she's always beautiful, but something about her lying there in the soft morning glow is making her look like an angel.
I carefully get out of bed and go to the window to watch the sun rise. My mind wanders, as usual, to the future. What will happen when our child is born? Will one of us quit the CIA? Will we both? Could we stand the normality of regular jobs? Of course we could if it meant that our baby would be safe. So that he, or she, could have normal parents, not two people who were traveling the world on dangerous missions half their lives. What happens if something happens to one of us? Neither one of us can imagine not working for the CIA. But…
I'm startled out of my thought by a soft moan from behind me. I smile at myself. I have the same conversation in my head every morning, and every morning Syd startles me out of my thoughts at the same place. I walk over to her and kiss her forehead. "Good morning Syd." She smiles sleepily upat me. Her smile quickly turns to a grimace. I know what that means. I jump out of the way as she flies to the bathroom. I follow her and take up my usual spot beside her, holding her hair and rubbing her back as she is sick in the toilet.
This is my first fan fiction. Please review! This is a one time thing, unless people want me to continue. I which case I'd likeany ideason where to take it.