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Wash doesn't know what wakes him up nearly an hour and a half before his alarm's set to go off. He'd like to think it's something other than the quiet, sinking knowledge of what day it is.

He knows it probably isn't.

Zoe's still asleep; he props himself on an elbow to watch her in silence. After a while, he smiles faintly -- it hurts a little -- and shifts his weight, enough to let him rest a hand on her hair and gently run his fingers through it. The knotted bracelet of ship's rope and wires is still fast around his wrist.

It's been six years of marriage and he still can't get over how beautiful she is; or how lucky he's been, to be able to do this almost every single day.

Date: 2006-09-14 02:35 am (UTC)
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The touch on her hair doesn't wake Zoe up--it's too light, for one thing, and too familiar, for another.

But as Wash shifts position and the mattress dips and rises, she rolls on to her back, muttering slightly, not quite awake, but not so deeply asleep anymore.

Date: 2006-09-14 03:02 am (UTC)
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Zoe shifts again, and then blinks, one hand coming up to rub sleep out of her eyes.

Low, "Shi a."

Date: 2006-09-14 03:08 am (UTC)
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Zoe smiles into the kiss, one hand curling around the back of his neck to hold him there an extra moment or two.


Date: 2006-09-14 03:19 am (UTC)
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"Not bad."

It took her longer than usual to get to sleep, but once she did, she stayed asleep.


She hasn't forgotten what day it is. But if anything, that makes this all more important.

Date: 2006-09-14 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zoe's smile is a little bittersweet--couldn't be otherwise, today, but it's also warm and unguarded, the way it rarely ever is with anyone besides him or Naomi.

"Think I could see my way t' bein' talked into it."

Date: 2006-09-14 04:24 am (UTC)
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Zoe chuckles, and pats his shoulder.

"I think between the two of us, we should be able to manage."

Zoe's no master chef, but she can handle scrambled eggs. And even Wash ought to be able to handle toast, right?

Date: 2006-09-14 04:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Still in her pajamas, Zoe heads to the sink.

A few moments later, the sound of running water is overridden by the sound of crying from over the comm-cum-baby monitor. Not upset crying--just HEY I'M AWAKE FEED ME crying.

"Uh-oh." Zoe changes quickly as she can--which is pretty quick--and heads for the ladder still barefoot. "Guess we better make that breakfast for three."

Date: 2006-09-14 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
As soon as she's up into the corridor, Zoe disappears again, down the ladder into Kaylee's old bunk. Naomi's, now.

It's a while later, with Naomi fed and Zoe having gone back for shoes, that mother and daughter make their way into the kitchen.

Date: 2006-09-15 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Naomi babbles happily, one chubby hand flailing out in her father's direction.

"Here, you want to--"

Zoe stops for a moment. Swallows. Starts again, expression mostly unchanging.

"Want to take her for a while and I'll see about those eggs?"

Date: 2006-09-15 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
If she stops to think about the fact that she might have just handed Naomi to Wash for the last time in the next few months...

Well, breakfast isn't going to make itself. Zoe settles for rubbing his shoulder briefly as she walks past on her way to the stove.

Date: 2006-09-16 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zoe's paying more attention to the eggs than Wash's words, and his voice is low anyway, but--

"--Honey, did you take our daughter onto th' hole-ridden pirate ship out on the lake?"

Hey, at least she probably won't get too put out with him for anything, today?

Date: 2006-09-16 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Zoe joins the two of them at the table, sliding one of the plates she's holding his way.

"Guess I don't have much ground t' complain about just havin' her around a pirate."

Date: 2006-09-16 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's a bit more back-and-forth as they sit and eat, purposefully kept light, and if it doesn't manage to be as playful as it would on some other day, the smiles they exchange now and then aren't forced.

Date: 2006-09-16 07:00 am (UTC)
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You do.

Which is why Zoe keeps her hands brushing Wash's for longer than is strictly needed, and leans up to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, dear."

Date: 2006-09-17 05:45 am (UTC)
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Out of the corner of her eye, Zoe sees him go still, and turns her head, brow furrowing slightly.

"Wash? Honey?"

Date: 2006-09-17 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's no shocked exclamation, no jumping up to run to the spot where he was. Zoe sits, still looking at the empty air where his face was a moment ago.

After some time--maybe a minute, maybe an hour, she can't see that it matters much right now--she stands up and walks to the sink, shifting Naomi to one arm as she bends down to pick up the glass, then straightens to put it in the sink and turn the faucet off.

She stands there for a while.

Eventually, Naomi starts fussing, probably needing to be changed. Zoe shifts her grip on the baby again, turns, and makes her way out of the kitchen.


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