Maybe I shouldn't have started off with such a sad oneshot. But never fear, here is the much promised fluff! Enjoy!
Title: Footsteps
Summary: As a spy, it's imperative to be aware of your surroundings at all times.
Genre: Family/Humor
Pairing: Fiona/Michael
Word Count: 150
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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2) Footsteps
As a spy, it's imperative to be aware of your surroundings at all times. Even recognizing the pattern of someone's footsteps could mean the difference between life and death.
Michael Westen heard footsteps before he was really awake, and he froze. Beside him, Fiona slept peacefully. But even if she wasn't, these footsteps were much too small and light.
He opened his eyes and came face to face with the bluest eyes he had ever seen in his life.
"Daddy…"
He smiled and leaned over, pulling Brianna into the bed. She quickly crawled between her parents and went right to sleep.
Knowing the difference in footsteps could mean the difference between life and death. But nowadays, it mostly seemed to mean the difference between a night cuddled with his wife, or waking up freezing because his girls stole all of the blankets.
But he wouldn't have it any other way.
The End.
A/N: Yay! Michael and his girls! Hehe. Like I said, this is a series of oneshots, and they are in no particular order or universe. So all kinds of things can happen, including losing baby teeth, lessons on why you should always knock, and why you should listen to your mother. I have quite a few of these written out already. Thanks for reading, and please review!