Theme
Challenge: Syd and Sky
Series presented by: BloomingViolets
and Pink-Green-White-4ever
Challenge: Power –
written by Pink-Green-White-4ever
Last Revised: September
27, 2005
Summary:
Sky tells it like it is – women have got all the real power.
-–winks—- Or at least, one in particular has got all the
power.
Disclaimer: We don't own 'em, wish we did.
Ship:
Sky/Syd
AN: Done in response to the Ars Amatoria's Ranger Romance Themes Challenge.
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Power. True Power.
No machine, and no man, whether he's alien to Earth or not has true power. Want to know why? True power is in the hands of women. Or in my case, the hands of one woman.
And right now, she's curled up next to me, sleeping, her face turned toward me. One hand is resting on my chest while the other, the one she's laying on, is unconsciously rubbing the bulge in her tummy that's our child.
A woman, especially a pregnant woman, holds true power. Who else could inspire a normally sane man to want to both strangle her and die for her at the same time?
Z, Bridge, and Jack took it into their heads to throw her a baby shower, so that's how I spent my evening – sitting in a chair, next to my wife of three years, in a circle of people, opening baby presents. Not my idea of a good time, but Syd made it bearable. Every so often she'd lean over and rest against me, moving my hands to her stomach when the baby's kicking got to be too much. It made me feel like I was actually doing something.
Its funny really, but our baby must know when I'm holding Syd because the kicking stops, the somersaults stop, the bouncing on Syd's poor bladder stops. Its like the baby knows Syd and I are together, that no matter what, he or she is safe.
"Sky," Sydney whispers in the dark.
I can't help but to smile and kiss her softly. "Yes?"
"I love you," she murmurs.
"I love you too," I tell her.
"Go to sleep. You keep rubbing my stomach and you're gonna wake the baby, and then I'm not gonna get any sleep."
I chuckle and lay down but my hand remains over our baby.