Author: Selene Antilles PM
Nate. Me. That's how it was always supposed to go. But baby makes three? A/N actually important for onceRated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Romance - Sophie D. & Nathan F. - Words: 407 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 2 - Published: 04-24-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5017490
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Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage nor am I associated with Dean Devlin, Timothy Hutton or Gina Bellman. I do claim a little piece of the briefly mentioned Dr. Morgan, as thought up by Morralls.
A/N: (Important This Time) If you read the Roleplay here at FF.N, this will make sense. If you don't, it's completely random and you will most likely be utterly confused. Sorry about that. Channeling a hormonal Sophie tends to be a bit exhausting, so I'm getting it out of my system while Morralls is busy tonight.
On another note I keep forgetting to mention, the Nate/Sophie fansite, These Foolish Things, is officially open for business! The URL is: loveontherun[dot]dramatic-personae[dot]net[slash]nophieindex[dot]php
I don't know how this happened. I mean, I know how it happened; trust me, I was there. There was a dark pool and it was sweltering hot and he took me in his arms and didn't let go. But, I don't actually know how this happened. As I read the test results in my hands, very official with Dr. Morgan standing in front of me and the smell of tongue depressors and rubber gloves all around, I try to figure it out.
Nate. Me. That's how it was always supposed to go. But baby makes three? No. Unplanned and unexpected.
My first husband, Johnson, and I tried to have a baby when we first got married, but I hadn't been able to. Since then, I've never been concerned with being careful: if there was no reason to be, why bother with the hassle? Which is exactly why Nate and I have always had the freedom to be as utterly spontaneous as we want. So, after all this time, how did this happen?
Was it a matter of faith? A matter of love? A mere random happening we would never be able to explain? I don't know. I'll probably never know. But, the fact is, it doesn't matter how. It only matters that we are going to have a child. A little blue-eyed, dark-haired baby wrapped up in pink or in blue, tucked between us every night. A little piece of him and a little piece of me.
Unplanned. Unexpected. But whether Faith or Love or Honor had anything to do with it, I'm expecting.