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Date Posted: 02:14:22 07/24/11 Sun
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-193-14.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.193.14
Subject: Vignette 5 - Handprints
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "Such a Good Man - Elena's Story" on 02:02:39 07/01/11 Fri

[AUTHOR’S NOTE: IF YOU HAVEN’T READ MY STORY THE RECRUIT, OR IS IN THE PROCESS OF AND HAVEN’T GOTTEN TO THE LAST CHAPTER, THERE’S A MINOR SPOILER REGARDING THE FATE OF ONE OF THE CHARACTER IN THAT OTHER STORY.]

Vignette 5 – Handprints

Elena sat on the window seat, feeling as lazy as a cat. She looked out the window absently, while she rubbed circles around her large belly. She was 8 months pregnant, and felt every bit the awkward pregnant lady.

Despite feeling like a beached whale, she was enveloped with contentment and happiness. In fact, she didn’t think there’s anyone more content than her right at that moment. She was carrying her first child, lived in a nice large house surrounded by fine things. Most importantly, she has an amazing husband, who had been home with her for the last month.

Amazingly, his superiors at work had actually understood the need for a husband to stay close to his wife in her last trimester. He had been home, helping her out with the housework, baby proofing the house, and putting the nursery together. He had done it all, as well as treated her like a queen, all without complaint and with unflagging energy. She was getting positively spoiled by the attention he was showering on her.

Michael had helped her to this window seat, tucked a blanket over her, and gave made her tea before going to the next room to work on his computer. She had set aside the book she was reading, and stared out the woods behind the house, content to let her mind wander.

Their little boy was restless this afternoon. He had been doing summersaults, his movements like little flutters of butterfly wings. She continued rubbing her hand over her large belly in a circle, soothing the baby inside with her touch.

She was startled as her baby nudged hard against her belly. She lifted her shirt and looked at the rounded stomach. A hand print appeared, nudged from inside her belly, where her little boy was being nurtured. She excitedly called out to her husband: “Michael, come here!”

Michael appeared a moment later, approaching her with a concerned look. “What is it? Are you feeling all right?”

“Yes, I’m okay. Look!”

He followed her gaze down to her rounded stomach. As they watched, another tiny handprint appeared. They met each other’s gaze with awe. She covered that tiny handprint with hers, feeling her son’s movement against her hand. She grabbed Michael’s hand and drew it to cover hers. They both watched in wonder as another hard nudge of that tiny hand against theirs.

They glanced up at the same time, both with the same awe struck look on their faces. They stared at each for a long time, sharing the amazement of the miracle they created. She knew she had a big goofy grin on her face, showing the happiness she felt. She adoringly watched Michael as a smile slowly spread across his face until it was a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

She sucked in her breath, completely captivated by this beautiful man kneeling next to her. Her heart raced, as it always did when Michael was around, feeling overwhelmed by the immense love she held for him. As if noticing her racing heart, their son kicked hard against her belly causing her to whence at the strength of the kick.

“I think he’s going to be a soccer player.”

Michael smiled at that and replied: “Too bad, I was going to teach him hockey.”

“You can teach him that too. We still have to come up with a name for him. What shall we name him?”

Michael paused thoughtfully for a moment and then replied softly: “Adam.”

“Adam. I like that. Is that someone close to you?”

Michael looked off to the distance for a moment, looking profoundly sad. She was going to switch the topic, but was stopped when Michael finally answered the question. “He was a friend. He died too young, too senselessly.”

She reached out and laid her palm against his face, holding it there in comfort. Michael looked back at her, his gaze haunted. There had always been sadness about him, a sadness she desperately wanted to erase. She met his gaze straight on, with all the immense love in her heart and told him: “Adam is eager to meet his daddy.”

As if proving her words, that little hand nudged against her belly again, harder this time as if in agreement. The tiny hand pressed against her own, and into Michael’s covering hers. Michael looked down at their handprints before looking back at her with a brilliant smile.

She leaned up to kiss him, and he met her half way, gently pressing their lips together before pulling back. For a moment, a glimmer of sadness appeared in his eyes, before those shadows slipped away, revealing clear, unclouded green gaze.

She pulled him close again and laid soft possessive kisses against those sensual lips. She sighed as he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, accepting her claim on him. He pulled back a little and drew her into a hug. She leaned her head against his shoulder, secure and content.

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