Summary: A sequel to Irrational Fear (set one year later); Charlie and Amita are in love but how long can they keep it hidden?
Disclaimer: "A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend" - Willow, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
I do not own the any of the characters nor do I have any rights
to anything involving numb3rs
Author's note: Like I promised if I got enough people asking for a sequel I would write one. However (not to offend anyone else who urged me to write a sequel) this sequel is mostly written for Mia. Hope you guys enjoy
To Wish; To Desire; To Prefer
Amita rolled over as she felt the bright sunshine shining on her back. She was blinded for a moment but then the figure next to her shifted too and blocked out the glare. As the figure shifted again- so his arm could be more comfortable- a few of his telltale curls flopped in front of his eyes and Amita had to stifle a giggle. After making sure he was still asleep, she risked staring at him. His form outlined by the sun made him look even more childlike then normal and angelic. I still can't believe this is happening sometimes Amita thought to herself. Amita was going to continue staring for longer but then an alarm clock went off and the figure next to her grumbled and rolled over to abuse the alarm clock. After giving it a good whack or two, Charlie rolled over and smiled at the beauty staring back at him
"Good morning beautiful" Charlie whispered his voce husky from sleep
"Good morning to you too" Amita said leaning over and gave a soft kiss. They parted, smiled at each other and then kissed again both each rolled off the bed preparing themselves for the day to come
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"CHARLIE HAVE YOU SEEN MY BLUE SHIRT!" Amita called from upstairs. Charlie paused running around looking for his papers
"IT ISN'T IN YOUR DRAWER ON THE LEFT!" Charlie shouted back then resumed his hunting
"What's all this shouting?" Alan asked coming back in from feeding the fish in the koi pond
"Amita lost her shirt" Charlie answered grinning as he found what he was looking for
"Which one?" Alan asked
"The blue one" Charlie answered moving on to making food. Alan took the pan from him, than shouted to Amita
"IF IT'S THE BLUE BLOUSE IT'S HANGING UP IN THE CLOSET"
A moment of silence and then
"THANKS ALAN!" Amita called down and then appeared moments later dressed. Charlie had been pouring juice but stopped at how pretty Amita had looked. She had pinned half of her bangs back with a flowered clip, put on a blouse the same color of the flowers and a pair of jeans with powder blue sneakers. She looked so casual but so beautiful at the same time.
"Charlie, juice" Alan gently reminded him, noticing his gaze and what it meant
"Hm? Oh yeah juice" Charlie said turning slightly red and resumed pouring
"Charlie I thought you were supposed to be making breakfast" Amita teased from the dining room where she was setting the table
"I tried" Charlie spoke slightly defensively. Amita only raised an eyebrow
"He did. I felt like cooking so I took the pan away" Alan spoke giving a slight glare at his son. Amita and Charlie have been doing so well, they didn't need to have their first fight over cooking breakfast. Amita rejoined them at the doorway of the kitchen smiling
"See I told you" Charlie exclaimed sticking his tongue out at Amita, all defensiveness gone
"Oh yeah, you're definitely a tenured professor" Amita teased. Charlie crossed the kitchen to where Amita was standing and proceeded to tickle her.
Alan watched his son and the woman he loved. In the midst of a tickle war, their cheeks flushed and they were both panting hard with efforts of fighting the other off but continuing to tickle, he saw the love shining in their eyes. Alan could hardly remember the last time he saw his son this happy without Amita. Before Margaret got sick Alan reminded himself smiling as the image of his wife and son laughing together floated into his mind. It's bittersweet to remember her Alan thought again, his smile slipping a little. Stop it or you'll burn the food Alan scolded
"Ok you two" Alan said walking towards the dining room with the pan of eggs while trying to dodge Charlie and Amita
"Ow my sides" Amita exclaimed sitting down holding her stomach
"I warned you to stop trying to tickle me. I'm not ticklish"
"You are so. On your sides, right along above where your jeans start" Alan said spearing a piece of egg
"Dad!" Charlie hissed
"Oh I'm so going to pay you back later" Amita said grinning evilly
Hope you guys liked the first chapter, thought that was a cute place to end. Just to clear it up now (even though it will be made more clear a little later) they do not live together, she's just taken a habit of leaving some clothes over at his house.
