How Far We've Come
Disclaimer: Nope.
Challenge: Falling
Timeframe: Post Crown and Punishment
Ships: Rose/Mack
Summary: He'll take it as a sign.
He smiled as she came near him, their little daughter in her arms. "Look baby, it's Daddy," she cooed to the young child. "Let's go play with Daddy." She winked up at him as she held out their daughter for him to take. "I need a nap."
"Gotcha." He wrapped his arms around the baby and pecked the top of her head. "I'll be playmate for awhile. Sleep as long as you need."
And Rose walked off again, a grinning husband following her with his eyes. Mack looked down at the baby. "We'll go have some fun, how does that sound?" The baby smiled a toothless smile at him.
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She was beautiful. She smiled at the guests as her father led her down the aisle towards him. A bouquet of white roses was clutched in one of her tiny hands. Slowly, Rose's big brown eyes met her groom's blue ones. "Love you," she mouthed.
"Love you too," he mouthed back. And then she was there next to him, her eyes shining with happiness as the pastor married them. He lifted the veil slowly and leaned in to kiss her as he'd been instructed.
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She saw him first. "Mack!" she yelled, causing passerby to stare. The pink ranger flung herself into Mack's strong arms. He held her tight for a long moment before cupping her face in his hand.
"God I missed you, Rose," he whispered to her as he picked her up and spun her around. She laughed as he did this, unable to remember the last time she'd been so happy.
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Mack turned in his sleep and fell off of the small cot supplied for the expedition. He was jolted awake unpleasantly. He groaned softly and opened his eyes. "Stupid cot," Mack muttered as he struggled to right himself.
As he sat up and looked around the tent, Mack's eyes fell on a photo of his favorite person in the world. He'd been looking at it as he fell asleep last night, missing her and everything that made her…her.
He picked up the laptop and logged onto the Internet, deciding to write a quick email to Rose. 'I hope you're doing OK, baby. I'll be home soon. I love you, you know.' Mack grinned as he typed, 'I don't mind falling out of the bed when I dream about you. I'll take it as a sign that we really did fall for each other.'
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Rose read Mack's latest email with an amused smile. 'You're so corny,' she wrote back, 'But it's cute. Love you too. Stay safe…and try not to fall again.'