His Vixen
By: tweet-src-clt9
Part 2 – Pop-pop's Last Advice
"Hey, Bernie. How's Amy?" Penny asked after briefly hugging her friend in greeting.
"She's a bit calmer now. Howard and I pointed out that Sheldon couldn't cheat on her given that it took them five years to even have sex. A man like that just doesn't jump ship," Bernie explained.
"So… do you know when she'll come home to Los Robles?"
"She's still upset about Sheldon not looking at her anymore. You know how fragile Amy's self-confidence is… It makes me feel guilty actually. You know how much teasing we put her through on her relationship with Sheldon and her clothes," the shorter blonde sighed. Her face laced with a guilty expression.
"I know. I kinda feel bad too… Anyway, is she – "
"She's sleeping in the guest room right now."
"Will you please hand this over to Amy when she wakes up?" Penny gestured to the wooden box.
"What is that?"
"It's from Sheldon. He's hoping that this will make her forgive him."
"Oh… Did he tell you what's in it?" Bernie eyed the box curiously.
"I don't know. He just handed this over… oh, and this too!" Penny remembered the envelope in her purse. Bernie accepted the box and carefully placed it on the couch.
"Here," Penny handed the envelope to Bernadette.
"Should we – "
"I don't know…"
The two blondes eyed each other and shrugged. Penny lifted the unsealed envelope from Bernie's hand and carefully pulled the letter inside. Bernie leaned closer so she could read the contents too.
"That's so sweet…" Bernie sighed after reading Sheldon's words. Penny was still reading the letter.
"Wow," Penny was speechless as she placed the letter inside the envelope once again.
"He really does love her very much, doesn't he?" Bernie smiled.
"Our little Shelly is crazy in love with our Amy," Penny grinned.
"I'll make sure she gets these," the smaller blonde gestured to the box.
"Thanks, Bernie."
"Do you want some juice or tea?"
"I have to return home. My little Annalise might be hungry any minute now," Penny smiled as she thought about her baby.
"Give my love to your little princess… Hang in there, Penny. Motherhood is a tough job, but it is damn rewarding," Bernie squeezed Penny's arm in support. She knew how hard it was to care for an infant.
"Bye, Bernie," Penny hugged Bernie and left. She was sitting on the sofa looking at the intricate details of the box when Howard walked in.
"Hey, Bernie. Are you alright?"
"Penny dropped these off for Amy just a few minutes ago. She says it's from Sheldon," Bernie gestured to the box.
"Do you want to send it up to Amy's room? That way, you can also ask her what she wants to eat?" Howie asked. Ever since becoming a dad, Howard Wolowitz has become gentler and more caring of other people's needs.
"Yes, I'll do that. In case she wants something specific, we can order in," Bernie kissed her husband's cheek. Howard smiled at his wife.
"Let me know as soon as she tells you, alright? I'm willing to fetch whatever Amy wants in case it is very specific." Howard knew that pregnant women had odd cravings.
Bernadette nodded before she left the living room to check on her friend. When she reached the guest room, she lightly knocked on the door, but no one answered. Carefully turning the doorknob, she smiled as she saw Amy lightly snoring on the bed.
Bernie quietly placed the box and the envelope on the nightstand. As she closed the door of the guest room, she thought it best to just ask Sheldon about Amy's common food cravings.
Amy Farrah Fowler woke up with a desire to look for Sheldon but then she remembered she had run off to Bernadette and Howard's house. Since there was some light emanating from the lamp on the nightstand, she picked up her glasses so she could see clearly. With her glasses on, the first thing she noticed was a wooden box and an envelope placed near her phone.
Since the envelope was addressed to Amy she allowed her curiosity to be satisfied. She knew it was from Sheldon based on the handwriting. She was still mad at her husband, but Bernie and Howard's words made sense. She knew her husband's quirks about germs. So, it was very unlikely that he would just kiss someone else. She just couldn't forget what she saw though. It reminded her of all of the insecurities she had in the early years of their relationship. It didn't help that the woman she saw with Sheldon was very beautiful.
Amy sighed. She might as well read this letter so she could forget about what happened. When she finished reading Sheldon's short note, she sniffed. He was being sweet, and she felt bad for yelling at him, but her pregnancy hormones are making her crazy.
Carefully placing the letter in the envelope, she looked at the box. She noticed there was a lock that required a three-digit combination. She frowned as she thought of a possible code. Since she didn't want to ruin the lock in case she made a mistake, she grabbed her phone to text Sheldon.
Upon unlocking her phone, she saw that she got some unread text messages from her husband.
Sheldon: The pin number on the lock opens to the 3 digits that played a very important part in our relationship. Think of the place we first kissed and the place we reconciled after our break-up. I'm sure you now know the code.
Sheldon: I sent over a sandwich you can eat at Howard's house. I based the filling on your most recent cravings these last two weeks. Please let me know if you need anything else so I can bring them to you. Also, your pregnancy vitamins are with Bernadette. Please don't forget to take them. Take care of yourself and our progeny. I love you, Amy. I'm sorry.
Sheldon: I do hope you will come home to me and soon. Our apartment feels so lonely without you.
Sheldon: I will wait here until you are ready to come home. Please let me know when I should pick you up.
Sheldon: I have always loved you, my vixen, and I always will. I do hope that you believe me when I say that.
Amy felt worse after reading Sheldon's messages. She knew that he was such a worrywart, especially now that she was pregnant with their first baby. Since she wanted to at least reassure him that she was alright, she decided to send him a text message.
Amy: Thank you for sending the sandwich and the vitamins, Sheldon.
She immediately noticed the three dots appear. It meant that Sheldon was just staring at his phone and eagerly waiting for her reply.
Sheldon: You're welcome, Amy. I hope you slept well.
Amy: I did, thank you.
Sheldon: Are you feeling better?
Amy: Yes, thank you.
Sheldon: I miss you, Amy.
Amy: Can I stay here at Bernie's for tonight? I wanted to open my box alone. I already read your letter and it's so sweet. I just feel that I need to open the box on my own though… Is that okay?
Sheldon: Of course. Take all the time you need. I will be right here waiting for you to come back to me.
Amy: I'm sorry for overreacting, Sheldon.
Sheldon: No need to apologize, darlin'. I love you.
Amy: I know (smirk)
Sheldon: You really are a vixen, Dr. Fowler-Cooper.
Amy giggled. She knew how much he loved it when she referenced his beloved space movies during their conversations. Glancing at the time on her phone, she decided to go downstairs so she could grab some food and take her vitamins. After that, she would devour the contents of the box. She couldn't wait to read all of it. For years, she wanted to know all of Sheldon's thoughts and feelings. Now, she was given an exclusive pass by the man himself.
After devouring her sandwich and some milk, Amy chatted with Bernadette and Howard. She thanked them for their hospitality which her friends kindly reciprocated with hugs. Bernie watched her take her vitamins and told Amy that Sheldon was insistent she did this just to confirm she didn't miss her dose. Her husband was that thorough indeed.
Now Amy was back in the guest bedroom, the wooden box was on her lap. She eyed the lock and turned the digits to the code, 314. It was the first 3 digits of pi and her old apartment number. When the lock opened, she excitedly lifted the top of the box.
She gasped. Inside was a thick pile of papers which she could only assume was a very detailed chronicle of Sheldon's thoughts, memories, and feelings all throughout their relationship.
She gently lifted all the papers from the box and turned her eyes on the first page. It was dated May the 12th, the year 2017. The first page was written on the date of their wedding!
May 12, 2017
My Dearest Amy,
Today as I wake up, I feel excited. Finally! I am marrying you – the most amazing woman in the world. I find it odd that I am addressing this to you, but I feel that I should document how happy I am feeling.
As a man of science, I see the world in terms of numbers and equations. To me, you are the most exciting and the most beautiful equation that I have ever discovered. I will gladly spend the rest of my life enjoying every adventure as I try my best to figure out the complicated and exhilarating equation that is Amy Farrah Fowler.
If you must know, I have been documenting my thoughts and feelings about you ever since we met in that coffee shop. Don't ask but it was my Pop-pop's last advice. You, my vixen, already know that I never break my promises especially those I have made to people that matter the most to me.
Oh! I now have this brilliant idea! You're not supposed to read all my thoughts and feelings. In as much as I trust you, I just feel that some things should be kept secret and sacrosanct. Anyway, since I wrote about Pop-pop, I remembered that he gave my Meemaw a special box containing his diary and unsent letters for her.
I shall do the same thing. I will print all of my Amy-related secret documents and send them to you on our 50th Wedding Anniversary. That should be a good surprise. Wow! Who knew that I would actually excel at being a husband? Oh, who am I kidding! I excel at so many things.
Good lord, I hear Leonard already knocking on my door. Good thing that I have linked my secret Amy folder on my phone.
Amy chuckled as she read the contents of the first page. It was clear that Sheldon was just randomly typing his thoughts and it was interrupted by Leonard. She turned to the next page and she noticed that it was dated on their first meeting.
"This ought to be good," she muttered as she eagerly leaned her back on the headboard. She needed to be comfortable as she read through all these pages filled with Sheldon's thoughts…
May 24, 2010
I can't believe that I am finally doing this but since I have made a promise, and to Pop-pop no less, then I must honor it. Dr. Sheldon Cooper always kept his promises.
When I turned 21, my Meemaw sent me a letter that was written by my Pop-pop before he died. Since my Pop-pop knew that he would die at some point, he had written a letter for me to be read on my 21st birthday. I missed my Pop-pop very much, so I devoured the words of his letter.
Long story short, the letter gave me sound advice on adulthood. It spoke of career development and the things I dreaded most – romance, love, marriage, and having progeny. Near the end of the letter, my Pop-pop asked me to make a post-humous promise to him. He said that when I meet a girl who I feel was interesting at the very least, someone worth writing about, I should document all my thoughts and feelings for her. As a twenty-one-year-old, I only snorted with haughty derision. Since this was from my Pop-pop though, I am honor-bound to keep this promise.
For many years I have met all sorts of women, most of the time I barely noticed they were women. I just didn't care about women. I see them as mere distractions. If I focused on women like Wolowitz, Koothrapali, and Leonard, then I wouldn't have the time to focus on what's important – science and unraveling the secrets of the universe.
But I digress! Today of all days, I have met the most fascinating woman.
Now don't get me wrong, this will most certainly not turn into marriage and the whole white picket fence shebang but I am honor-bound to my Pop-pop. Hence, I must keep my promise.
Besides, if there was a woman worth telling my Pop-pop about, then it would have to be her.
Amy Farrah Fowler. Even her name sounds so fascinating.
Koothrapali and Wolowitz pranked me with this silly idea of setting me up on a blind date. What hokum and malarkey that they honestly believed some cheap algorithm calling itself science is able to find my supposed perfect mate! Baloney! Anyway, according to my simpleton friends, the dating site matched me with Amy Farrah Fowler.
I would never have come to the blind date if not for the threat of some soiled hosiery. How disgusting! I would never allow soiled hosiery to be hidden around my pristine apartment. I was left with no choice.
When I entered the coffee shop, I came in there preparing myself to just turn the woman down and I'll be on my way. Imagine my surprise when my supposed perfect mate, Amy, was actually interesting.
Amy Farrah Fowler is just like me. I have never met anyone more similar to me than her. She's a scientist, despite being in the field of biology (also known as the study of yucky and squishy things), and most of all, she has the same priorities as me. She is focused on what matters most – science. She even said that all forms of physical contact up to and including coitus are off the table. How remarkable! It's like looking at a female version of myself.
Frankly, I have never met a female Homo Novus before.
Homo Novus such as myself (and I am loathed to admit) Amy are highly evolved and supremely intelligent beings who will lead humanity to a brighter tomorrow. Since this is the first time ever that I have come across another Homo Novus, then it is imperative that I document our meeting. This will certainly mark an important point in history – two Homo Novus starting a mind-meld.
Amy Farrah Fowler is like me. She is a female version of myself.
Well, almost. She's a petite woman with long shiny straight hair the color of dark chocolate. Her eyes are this interesting shade of green hidden behind her glasses. She wore sensible clothes which I highly respect. I don't like it when women show-off all their goods (in the words of Wolowitz). Women should maintain a modicum of decency; it was a rare quality nowadays. Hence, I truly admire Amy for wearing respectable clothes. I also agree with her choice of footwear – orthopedic shoes are highly good for supporting one's posture especially in terms of lumbar support.
I suppose if I were not a Homo Novus, just a mere Homo Sapiens Sapiens like Leonard and Wolowitz, then Amy Farrah Fowler can be a suitable mate. She is highly intelligent, an interesting conversationalist, she had pale clear skin, and she had wide hips which indicate a healthy capacity to bear children.
It is a good thing that Amy and I are not susceptible to silly romantic feelings just like the hoi polloi. That way, we can focus on talking about science, theories, and philosophy. Boy, that woman is smart as a whip! Talking with her was such a riveting experience that I didn't notice we had been talking for more than four hours already. I was even late for laundry night!
Amy Farrah Fowler and I are going to be great friends, I can tell. Us Homo Novus should stick together. A relationship of the mind with Amy will fill my days with interesting conversation since she was so similar to me. In as much as I have come to tolerate my friends' quirks, they can be quite tedious sometimes. I am certain that with Amy, it will be all exciting talk on topics of interest since she's Homo Novus too.
Well, this seems long enough. I believe that I have fully documented my first meeting with the most interesting woman on the planet – Amy Farrah Fowler.
I have already kept my promise to Pop-pop.
I must end this nonsense now so I can text Amy goodnight.
Maybe I can set-up a schedule for us to text and call each other on Skype.
"Wow!" Amy was stunned. As a neurobiologist, she understood the human brain in ways that the hoi polloi could never do. This document detailing all of Sheldon's thoughts upon meeting her said it all. He was attracted to her from the very start, even if he himself didn't know it. The fact that he noticed the color of her hair, the color of her eyes, the paleness of her skin, and even her beckoning pelvis said it all. Her Sweet Baboo was drawn to her from the very start!
"Oh, Sheldon, you sly sly man," she chuckled. No wonder he asked for my number, Facebook, e-mail, and Skype details all at once, she grinned.
Amy grabbed her phone and texted her husband.
Amy: I read the first two pages.
Sheldon: And?
Amy: You were attracted to me right from the very start. (smirk)
Sheldon: I was attracted to your mind, yes.
Amy: That's not all. (wink)
Sheldon: Is that so?
Amy: I quote, "Amy Farrah Fowler can be a suitable mate. She is highly intelligent, an interesting conversationalist, she had pale clear skin, and she had wide hips which indicate a healthy capacity to bear children."
Sheldon: Oh… I did write that, didn't I?
Amy: Yes (grin)
Sheldon: You have always been fascinating to me, you vixen. As I said at our wedding, "I'm overwhelmed by you."
Amy: I love you, but I have more reading to do.
Sheldon: Do take some time to sleep, Amy.
Amy: Of course. Good night, Dr. Cooper.
Sheldon: I love you, my vixen. Good night (kiss)
Amy smiled as she put the phone down. She couldn't wait to read through all of these documents. It's so entertaining and interesting to read through memories of their time together in Sheldon's eyes.
A/N: Thoughts on Sheldon's musings about meeting his vixen? Review, read, and follow if you enjoyed this chapter. For those who have read Hating Dr. Fowler, my Shamy fic from the POV of Ramona Nowitzki, I still have one or two chapters left for that one.
Merry Christmas to all of us.
Again, long live the Shamy!
P.S. I edited Chapter 1 since I made some typos. I was sleepy when I wrote that.