Chapter 1: Green Reflection
Last Revised: August 6, 2010
Summary: A quiet moment of reflection for Ziggy
Ship: Z/K, mentions of others
Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did
Dedication: Enigmaforum, for giving me ideas that won't leave me alone!
The warm glow of the nightlight gave him just enough light to see her lying on the bed. He'd been out spending an evening with the guys, playing poker and hanging out, but he'd called it an early night because a part of him was nagging with guilt over leaving her alone in her current condition. Of course, earlier in the night she'd all but threatened him that if he didn't leave and go with the guys, she was going to devise a torture so swift and nasty he'd be running for the hills.
Her beloved face was, for once, even in sleep, relaxed. One hand was tucked under her cheek and the other was against the growing bulge of her expanding stomach. He couldn't help but smile to see she was dressed in one of his old t-shirts. Even pregnant, it was still plenty big on her. His heart tumbled out of his chest and went splat against the floor all over again. It amazed him exactly how far they'd come in six years.
It was still hard to believe there had been a time when she'd been fighting a growing attraction to him, refusing to use his given name and instead choosing to call him by his Ranger designation. He'd known he was getting to her, especially on her birthday that year, and only Summer had really known what was happening between them. He could still vividly remember the day the team had returned their morphers to their case. It was the day both he and the petite woman lying in his bed had finally acknowledged their attraction to each other, and to seal their unspoken deal, they'd started a school for orphans.
Life had been comfortable the last five years. Their school was successful, and both of them were doing exactly what they wanted and needed to do – they were helping people. He hadn't thought he'd ever get any happier. His teammates were settled and happy and now all had families of their own – Summer and Dillon were on child number three, having had a set of twins two years ago; Flynn and Gemma were pregnant with baby number two; Scott and Tenaya, a surprising couple if he'd ever seen one, were currently trying for their first though he had a feeling an announcement was coming soon given Scott's mood that night, much to Dillon's dismay, and Gem had finally married Vasquez, the pair having admitted to wanting to start a family soon. And here they were, he and the good doctor, waiting for their first baby.
Her once pale, almost translucent skin, even without the nightlight, was a smooth, creamy color that glowed with impending motherhood. Her mood swings were hellacious, but seeing her as she was now, he wouldn't complain about any of it. He'd learned to just quietly wait till she was done raging at him before he reminded her how much he loved her and adored her and how much he appreciated that she was going through so much to bring their baby into the world.
"You're staring," a soft, sleepy voice accused, drawing him from his thoughts. Grinning, he pushed away from the door and moved to kneel next to her side of the bed. "How long have you been home?"
"About ten minutes," he grinned, reaching out to brush her long, brown locks from her face. It was yet another sign of change, her hair; instead of the straight, severe cut she'd sported when he met her, she'd let her hair grow out to her shoulders, and now it was a deep, rich brown in color. The highlights Summer and Gemma had talked her into a few weeks before were just starting to fade out, but they still made her look as beautiful as ever.
"Ziggy…" she whined softly, reaching out to touch his face.
"What's wrong?" he murmured.
"Come to bed? I'm cold…"
"Let me go change." Kissing her on the forehead, he headed for their bathroom to change out of his clothes and into his boxers. When he came back out, she was turned toward his side of the bed, the blankets pulled up around her. He quickly slid in next to her, letting her lay her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. Her belly was pressed into his side, and every so often he could feel their baby kick. With a grin, he pulled her closer, his hand resting next to hers over her belly. Life was good, he thought as he too fell into a deep sleep.