Title: Gloss
Author: Diana
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. No
infringement intended.
Summary: A future, fluffy, happy fic.
Category: Michael/Maria
Author's Notes: This is the epilogue to one of my
other, longer stories (it doesn't give anything away
though)... Feedback is always appreciated... Thanks to
everyone who's sent me feedback on my other stories.
:-D
He woke up in her arms. It was just after dawn.
The morning light flooded the room and made it too
bright for him to sleep. She was the first thing he
saw when he opened his eyes.
He watched her sleep. She was an angel while she
slept. She smelled like Cyprus oil and Wacky Wild
Strawberry lip-gloss. Her body laid against his. Her
legs entwined with his. Her hair fell against his
chest. He could feel her breathing against his skin.
The little gold band she wore on her finger grazed
against his hand.
She mumbled something and turned over in her
sleep. She'd kicked the covers off of her again and
the T-shirt she slept in was twisted up over her
belly. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked
at her.
Her round belly was bigger than ever. Her skin was
taught and he could see the some of the thin blue
veins that ran beneath it. She'd been complaining
about stretch marks for months now, but there were
none. He'd fixed all of them before she ever had a
chance to see them. Her belly button poked out and she
swore that she could not wear anything but cotton
because everything else made her itch. She slept on
her side now. She said that she was getting too big
and if she slept on her back, she'd feel like she was
being crushed. Her breasts were swollen and she
worried about getting saggy. Her ankles swelled and it
caused her to waddle when she walked. Lately, she was
always in the bathroom, in the bed, yelling, laughing,
crying, or emotionless. And he's had to go to Taco
Bell for a Chalupa and a Taco Supreme and go to the
mini-mart for M&M's and a V-8 Splash to make her
midnight snack four times in the past two weeks.
She was beautiful.
They'd waited for so long. Now his angel, his
pixie girl was having his child.
He'd never thought he could be this happy.
He ran his hand over her belly and felt his
daughter kick. Her mother rolled over sleepily and
smiled.
"Did you feel that, Michael?" She yawned.
He repositioned himself and looped his arms around
her. "Yeah. I felt her, Maria." he whispered into her
hair.
She mumbled something else and fell asleep. He
laid there with her in the morning light. He felt his
wife's breathing against his skin. He felt his
daughter's kicks beneath his fingertips.
The smell of strawberry lip-gloss lulled him back
to sleep.
END