Fully Completely
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sara/Warrick
Feedback: Makes my day
Disclaimer: If it was in the show, it's not mine.
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Summary: Warrick watches Sara
Notes: For the LiveJournal CSReports "Free for all" challenge – I went back to Tragically Hip titles. Third in a trilogy, following Scared and Courage
The last
time Warrick spent any kind of time in
There is
something that he remembers clearly though, something he could never forget.
Sara, confirming his suspicions and answering his prayers in a few words.
First,
telling him she loved him.
Then
telling him she was pregnant.
It doesn’t
matter what kind of pain meds they had him on, how groggy he was, how out of
it. He could still see her there, looking like death warmed over, eyes shining
with tears, but smiling, the kind of smile that he only rarely saw, treasured
all the more for it.
The same
kind of smile she has on her face right now.
He stands
in the doorway, just looking at her, and he finds it hard to keep the smile off
his face, so he doesn’t even try. Just like then, he wants to remember this,
though he’s pretty sure that, once again, he’ll never forget it.
Sara is
sitting up in bed, her gaze fixed on their baby in her arms, their little girl,
just barely two hours old. The smile on her face could power the Strip for a
month, and she doesn’t look up from the baby, not even when she says, “You
gonna stand there all night?”
He chuckles,
because he should have known that she wouldn’t stop ordering him around, even
now, stepping into the room. “Just enjoying the view,” he says, sitting down
beside her on the bed, one hand reaching out to run gently along the baby-soft
skin of his daughter’s cheek.
Her eyes
flit up to his face, dropping back down quickly, her smile moving up a couple
of notches, something he wouldn’t have thought possible. “She’s so small,” she
breathed, her voice an awed hush.
“She’s
perfect,” he replies. “Just like her mother.”
The words
make her laugh and she leans forward, meeting his lips with hers. “Sweet
talker,” she accuses, her eyes dancing, even as they narrow. “But I still
haven’t forgotten the labour pains.”
Ruefully,
he glances down at the nail imprints on his hand. “Me neither.”
“Sorry.”
She doesn’t sound it though, and he’s not so sure that he blames her, and he
forgets all about it when her mouth opens and she emits a long yawn. “Sorry,”
she says again.
He waves a
hand, standing up and moving so that he too is lying on the bed, cradling her
in his arms. “Go to sleep,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and
she smiles again, turning her head into his body and closing her eyes.
Grinning, Warrick continues to study her and their daughter, fully and
completely at peace, knowing that this is exactly what he’s always wanted.