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Jan. 9th, 2004 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
helsinkibabySo not a bad day today. Booked my course day with HelsinkiPrincipal, and also got the green light to take a half day on the Friday. Bless him, for he is the perfectest boss ever.
Then have just found the Muhammed Ali film that Gary Dourdan did on tv, and am looking at him playing Malcolm X. Is all good!
I was planning a long treatise on last night's WW, 7A WF five numbers I can't recall right now but then I saw the results of the men's short program from US nationals. This, in turn, has rendered me somewhat catatonic. Timmy!
And now, fic. Warrick/Sara, CS Reports, Tragically Hip titles, the last in a trilogy.
The last time Warrick spent any kind of time in Desert Palm Hospital, he was in intensive care, so it’s not something that he cares to dwell on. Of course, there are huge chunks of it that he can’t remember at all, so not dwelling on it isn’t exactly hard.
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.
Did I mention GD looks hot in this film?
And just in case I didn't mention it... Timmy! Waaah!
Then have just found the Muhammed Ali film that Gary Dourdan did on tv, and am looking at him playing Malcolm X. Is all good!
I was planning a long treatise on last night's WW, 7A WF five numbers I can't recall right now but then I saw the results of the men's short program from US nationals. This, in turn, has rendered me somewhat catatonic. Timmy!
And now, fic. Warrick/Sara, CS Reports, Tragically Hip titles, the last in a trilogy.
The last time Warrick spent any kind of time in Desert Palm Hospital, he was in intensive care, so it’s not something that he cares to dwell on. Of course, there are huge chunks of it that he can’t remember at all, so not dwelling on it isn’t exactly hard.
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.
Did I mention GD looks hot in this film?
And just in case I didn't mention it... Timmy! Waaah!
