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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 09:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-08-28 04:24 am (UTC)...Was that overly random?
And, after reading throuh your other comments, I kinda like that it's Don's baby girl. Thinking about how he would raise a daughter is all kinds of warm and fuzzy.
Finally, if she wasn't tenacious, she wouldn't be an Eppes. ;)
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