We're Not Responsible
Chapter 8 – New Revelations Part I –Sydney and Skylar...
Sydney sighed, laying her head on Skylar's shoulder, "They're really gone..."
"Not for good, Sydney... They still have a chance. They could be safe and sound and alive," he comforted as she started crying again.
"Since when are you so optimistic?" she asked through silent tears.
"Since I knew I would be a father. When I found out you were pregnant one thought always crept into my mind when you and or Devin would call. We... well, you, lost our little baby. And then one of the calls was about us having a girl. I knew I'd spoil her as much as I could. Be Daddy's Princess.
"Then I got caught up in work and Devin called me and told me that you were at the hospital for stressing out and going into high risk pregnancy. That we might lose our little girl. And you know what I did, Sydney? I did something I hadn't done in years..."
"What's that?" she asked in curiosity.
"I went to the nearest cathedral and prayed. Remember when you and Elizabeth used to drag Bridge and me to mass. You practically bribed us to even take communion. I would complain about the stale wine and Bridge would say they need those wafers bigger, toasted, and dunked in butter," he brought up their memories.
She laughed softly with a small smile, "And I'd always do your tie and straighten your hair and suit..."
"And don't forget my shoes!" he added with a small grin.
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" she laughed again, wiping her eyes.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Thanks, Skylar," she pecked his cheek and got up. "For everything. Especially that magical night before Anneliese." She winked. "G'night."
He sat the in a daze, watching the girl of his dreams walk out of the room he was staying in. All he wanted to do was pull her back in, throw her on his bed, rip off her clothes, and have his way with her, but he knew that could never, ever, ever happen. She was with Devin and had her heart set on him. Could he change her mind?
Skylar moved in and out of Sydney. He soon collapsed on her. She ran her hand through his hair and he kissed her abdomen and chest over and over again, leaving a trail kisses.
He started biting on her neck and she moaned out hungrily at his tongue touching her frail, pale colored skin, "Skylar..."
"Mmmmm... Sydney," he whispered in her ear. "Kiss me, Sydney." She sat up a tiny bit and they met in a kiss. "I love you, Sydney Lynne Drew."
"And I love you, Skylar Wesley Tate," she whispered back before they met for another long, passionate kiss. "Oh, Skylar..."
He temptingly chewed on her neck again, his teeth gently teasing her skin, leaving a tingling sensation. She rubbed her neck with her hand as his hands ran over her wondrous body. His wonder land.
When his hands reached her shoulders, he noticed the upset look on her face and frowned in fear that he had done something wrong. He then grinned like a little child getting a present at Christmas time, "Want a turn, Mi Bonita?"
She smiled at her nickname, "Sure." She rolled them to switch positions and towered over him. She soon got deep into her passion and broke down crying.
"Sydney?" he asked softly. "What is it?" In the deep darkness he could still see the faintness of tears falling down her face.
"I missed you so much," she sobbed.
He pulled her close, "I missed you too, Sydney... I missed you too." He kissed her forehead and started to tease her again. Her tears soon disappeared and they went back to their deep passion of making love...
Skylar gasped, sitting up in bed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but the realized the whole bed was soaked with his sweat. He got up and went for a stroll around SPD.
He walked into the recreation room to get a drink. The lamp was on and he found Sydney lying sprawled over the entire couch in an uncomfortable position. Skylar picked her up and put her in a more comfortable position, draping a nearby mesh blanket over her. It wasn't exactly the warmest, but it would have to do, since he didn't see anything warmer.
He went over to the machines and got a mug of hot peppermint tea. He then sat on the couch, placing Sydney's head in his lap, running his fingers through her hair as he drank his tea. After it finished, he placed it on a nearby table and watched Sydney sleep in his lap. The way he did right after they had made love.
Sydney collapsed in Skylar's arms and slowly dozed off, "I love you, Skylar."
"I love you too, Sydney," he said, watching her fall into a deep sleep. "Sweet dreams." He kissed her forehead and watched her sleep. The rest of the night dragged on and Sky never fell asleep, just watched his beloved sleep.
Just like that magical night they had a little over a year ago, Skylar never went to sleep, just watch his Sydney sleep calmly, soothingly, gently, like an angel. He kissed her forehead and then went back to watching her sleep, continuously running his hand through her long, blonde hair.
Her curls were straightened from her stresses and fears, like they always were when she did this to herself. So she looked sick and fragile. Like Elizabeth had in the infirmary bed earlier that night.
"Mi príncipe azul," Sydney whispered in her sleep, feeling Skylar's presence.
"Mi Bonita," he whispered back to assure her he was there. He kissed her forehead, "Sleep, Angela. Sleep." She yawned with a little nod and fell back in her deep, angelic sleep.