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numb3rsflashficTitle: Pretty in Pink
Pairing/Characters: Alan
Rating/Category: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: Alan treasures the grandchild he thought he'd never get
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
She's perfect.
Pink and frills, she smells sweet like candy, like baby powder, like her mother.
He holds the baby girl in his arms and feels the house around him expand with love, the same way it did when his boys were born. He'd almost forgotten that feeling.
Alan couldn't be happier.
He takes to grandfathering, selfishly spoiling his granddaughter beyond the point of reason and all but begging to baby-sit more often.
He whispers terms of endearment in her tiny ears, calls her his little miracle as her unimaginably tiny fingers close around one of his.
A miracle of modern medicine is closer to the truth. He knows in his and Margaret's day babies this premature weren't expected to survive.
At four months old she's still tiny, but no longer delicate. She has her mother's beauty and her father's tenacity. There was no way she'd have gone without a fight.
He was sure he'd die without either of his sons fathering a child.
Now he's greedy enough to rock the baby in the old Stickley chair, letting the warmth of the house's family history seep into his old bones, and imagine the joy of adding a grandson...
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Pairing/Characters: Alan
Rating/Category: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: Alan treasures the grandchild he thought he'd never get
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
She's perfect.
Pink and frills, she smells sweet like candy, like baby powder, like her mother.
He holds the baby girl in his arms and feels the house around him expand with love, the same way it did when his boys were born. He'd almost forgotten that feeling.
Alan couldn't be happier.
He takes to grandfathering, selfishly spoiling his granddaughter beyond the point of reason and all but begging to baby-sit more often.
He whispers terms of endearment in her tiny ears, calls her his little miracle as her unimaginably tiny fingers close around one of his.
A miracle of modern medicine is closer to the truth. He knows in his and Margaret's day babies this premature weren't expected to survive.
At four months old she's still tiny, but no longer delicate. She has her mother's beauty and her father's tenacity. There was no way she'd have gone without a fight.
He was sure he'd die without either of his sons fathering a child.
Now he's greedy enough to rock the baby in the old Stickley chair, letting the warmth of the house's family history seep into his old bones, and imagine the joy of adding a grandson...
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Date: 2007-08-27 06:38 pm (UTC)A drabble in french? I'm sure your french is better than my english ^^
Go girl!!!
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Date: 2007-08-27 07:17 pm (UTC)Still, I won't get back my old skills unless I practice. It's been years since I was in Paris and more years before that since I studied it so I'm worse than rusty. Ugh.
It's such a beautiful language I hate butchering it. I miss being able to speak it with a bit of flow, seems I can only speak it haltingly now. And don't get me started on verb tenses! /hangs head/
FWIW, I like reading the comments on your LJ in French. I find that understanding them gives my confidence a little boost. Not enough to post myself ;-) but it's something. Hehehe
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Date: 2007-08-28 09:16 am (UTC)I did a Numb3rs ficlet in english too (Charlie/Ian), it was hard to do but my betas were wonderful!
I'm sure
*hugs*