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Chappie #11 – Everything's Perfect
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After a long, tear-filled drive we finally arrived home. Vaughn helped me out of the car and led me to the door, before opening it and helping me inside.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, concerned.

"No, I'll be alright. I think I'll go take a bath and maybe go to sleep." I replied.

"Alright. Do whatever you need. It's been a rough day for you, and I don't want any more stress put on you or the baby." He said. I smiled weakly at his caring nature.

"Okay. I love you honey." I said.

"I love you too Syd." He replied.

He brought in my filecase, my flowers, and my teddy bear and I went to take a long, hot bubble bath. The heat of the water stung my skin slightly as I got in, but it soon faded and I began to relax. I thought about the past few days and how my life had become such a whirlwind of emotions. I was going to be married in a little over a month, I was going to have a baby in about 6 months, and worst of all, my father wouldn't be any part of that. I couldn't believe the way he reacted, but at the same time, it was the Jack Bristow I'd grown to know so well. He was always the near portrait of stoicism. He never showed any of his emotions, except his anger. I wanted to believe that he loved me like a daughter, and I knew somewhere in his heart he did, but he treated me more like an inferior than anything. Dixon was always more of a father to me than my own.

But then I thought how Vaughn must feel. Here I am, throwing a fit about how horrible my father is, and he doesn't have a father or a mother. I knew it hurt him deep inside, but that was one thing he never talked about. He could talk about anything else in the world, no matter how terrible it made him feel, but he never spoke of his parents. I found out from my father about a year ago that they both died in some freak house fire, but never anything more than that.

My thoughts then drifted to my slightly protruding belly. I thought about what our baby would look like. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that it would be a little girl. She'd have long brown hair, my chin, and Vaughn's eyes. She'd be our little princess and she'd be daddy's little girl. She'd be our beautiful little Syrina Lynn, or Amy, or Leslie and we would love her so much. I smiled and felt tears start to dampen my eyes. I quickly wiped them away with a pruny hand and opened the bathtub drain. I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out of the tub when I heard a light knock at the door.

"Syd? Are you alright?" I heard Vaughn ask through the door. I opened the door and saw his worried face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

"Everything's perfect." I said, smiling.

For the rest of the afternoon, Vaughn & I were curled up on the couch in each other's arms, talking about what to name the baby.

"I like Shannon." He said.

"Shannon Vaughn? Nah." I replied.

"You're right. It doesn't flow very well, does it?" he asked.

"Not really. How about Amy Renee?"

"Amy Renee Vaughn? It's possible. What about Lynn?" His suggestion reminded me of my dream name.

"How about Syrina Lynn Vaughn?" I asked. He smiled.

"I love it." He replied. He kissed me sweetly.

"You know, we should have a backup name in case it's a boy." I said.

"That one's easy. Michael Jr." he replied.

"Or we could go fancy and he'd be Michael Chase Vaughn II." I replied.

"I think Mike Jr. works just fine." He said with a laugh.

"I think it's great." I said, laying my head on his shoulder.

"I think you're great." He replied.

"What happened to me being perfect?" I asked, remembering our last dinner date.

"You're great and wonderful and perfect and you're my beautiful queen that I will spend the rest of my life with. Does that work?" He said.

"Spending the rest of my life with you was plenty, but the rest of it didn't hurt." I replied with a smile.

"Speaking of the rest of my life, do you think your dad's gonna kill me when we go back to work tomorrow?" he asked.

"He'll try and fail miserably, I'm sure. He usually can't stand me being this mad at him for long." I responded.

"Then I guess we'll be living a long and happy life together. But you're not mad at me for telling him about the baby, are you?"

"Of course not. I think it was better that we told him instead of him seeing my huge belly." I replied.

"Then I guess everything worked out perfectly." He said.

"It's Wednesday, why wouldn't it?" I asked sarcastically.