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Sep. 19th, 2006 07:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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.
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Date: 2006-09-14 02:35 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2006-09-14 02:52 am (UTC)"You awake, baby?" he whispers.
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Date: 2006-09-14 03:02 am (UTC)Low, "Shi a."
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Date: 2006-09-14 03:06 am (UTC)And he leans to kiss her properly, fingers spreading out over her hip.
"Just wanted to make sure before I did that." He smiles a little. "Morning."
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Date: 2006-09-14 03:08 am (UTC)"Mornin'."
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Date: 2006-09-14 03:12 am (UTC)After another minute: "You sleep okay?"
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Date: 2006-09-14 03:19 am (UTC)It took her longer than usual to get to sleep, but once she did, she stayed asleep.
"You?"
She hasn't forgotten what day it is. But if anything, that makes this all more important.
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Date: 2006-09-14 03:31 am (UTC)The 'considering' doesn't even need to be implied, let alone spoken aloud.
Wash shifts again, closer, and adds quietly, "I think we might actually be able to get away with a breakfast that's just us this morning. You interested?"
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Date: 2006-09-14 03:49 am (UTC)"Think I could see my way t' bein' talked into it."
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:18 am (UTC)A pause.
Conversationally: "Right. Talking into it."
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:24 am (UTC)"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?
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:36 am (UTC)But with the air of a grand proclamation, Wash says, "Then it's settled."
Eventually, he even gets around to pulling away from Zoe so he can find his clothes.
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:57 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:11 am (UTC)Just the three of them.
It twinges, deep in his gut, but it's tempered by the sheer fact that it is the three of them together. That's how it should be.
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:28 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2006-09-15 04:33 am (UTC)(He's also been turning the toast in the pan with the frequency of someone who learned the hard way what happens if you let it sit for too long.)
Wash looks up, and there's another warm, if wistful smile when he sees Naomi. "Hey. Look who we found."
It's safe to abandon the stove for a few seconds -- long enough to cross the room and bend to kiss Naomi's forehead -- and even if it wasn't, he'd do it anyway.
"Good morning to you too, sweetheart," he says.
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Date: 2006-09-15 05:40 am (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2006-09-15 05:50 am (UTC)He doesn't miss the hitch to her words. Of course he doesn't.
There's a second, before Wash gently helps Zoe shift Naomi into his arms, where he rests a hand on the small of her back in a feeble attempt at comfort.
And then he crosses his eyes and pokes his tongue out at his daughter, who responds with a shout of laughter, and eases himself into one of the kitchen chairs.
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Date: 2006-09-15 06:24 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2006-09-15 06:44 am (UTC)(the ba ba that slips out isn't anything but meaningless syllables, he knows, but his heart seizes up anyway -- )
as she explores the floral pattern. "Good dreams? Anything about pirates and big sea ships nobody else's seen before? You are gonna have the broadest and best history education known to mankind, lemme tell you."
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Date: 2006-09-16 06:05 am (UTC)"--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?
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Date: 2006-09-16 06:12 am (UTC)As good a look as one can get with newborn's eyes, anyway.
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Date: 2006-09-16 06:22 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2006-09-16 06:29 am (UTC)He sneaks a kiss on her cheek when she's in range, then, Naomi still happily gumming the fist that's holding fast to his shirt, starts in on the food.
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Date: 2006-09-16 06:57 am (UTC)It's not that he's reluctant, exactly. It's just...
You want to make time like this count.
So it's an extra minute before he hands her back to Zoe, saying, "Here. I'll get the dishes."
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Date: 2006-09-16 07:00 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2006-09-16 07:14 am (UTC)It doesn't take long for the water to warm. Plates first, scrubbing off the crumbs; then the first plastic cup. Something sticks to the back of his left hand as he's rinsing it, and Wash rubs it absently to brush it away.
Except the faint, gentle pressure, like fingertips ghosting across his knuckles, doesn't stop.
And nothing's there when he glances down.
Wash freezes.
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Date: 2006-09-17 05:45 am (UTC)"Wash? Honey?"
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Date: 2006-09-17 05:57 am (UTC)He doesn't know.
Wash is still holding the wet, sudsy cup as he turns, and his voice is a little strangled as he says, "Zo' -- "
And in the hovering space between heartbeats,
he hears a sound like blood in his ears,
or the rush of shattering glass,
(it's time to go)
or broad, fathomless wings.
Wash gasps.
Where he stood, there's nothing left. The glass clatters against the floor and angles sideways, rolling to meet the left-hand shelves.
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Date: 2006-09-17 06:18 am (UTC)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.