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May. 13th, 2009 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
krazykitkatHappy Birthday to my darling ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
athena4lynn!
A double drabble for you. I apologise for any errors or if it sucks, I only just finished it. I had CJ/Danny in mind, but it also works for a certain GA couple :)
~
You wake up alone in your bed and stare at the clock, a little puzzled by the relative lateness of the hour.
You start to rise before spying a note on his pillow, which reads, ‘Stay where you are,’ framed by multi-coloured scribbles.
You smile and place it on the bedside table, where you find another note next to your cell-phone. ‘Text me when you wake.’
You do so, before plumping up the pillows and settling back. A few minutes later you hear running feet and an excited high-pitched voice, overlaid by a deeper, “Shhh”.
The door opens and a small body launches at you, shouting, “Happy Birthday, Momma!”
You’re immersed in a haze of red hair and purple daisies, and laugh as he picks her up, with a playful, “What have I told you about suffocating your mother”. He settles her between you, and steals a quick kiss.
“Are those for me?” you ask, putting your hands out for the flowers. “They’re so beautiful. Did you choose them?”
She nods, launching into a running commentary on the morning’s outing, until he reminds her that there are cards and presents and breakfast in bed.
But they are your true gift.
athena4lynn!A double drabble for you. I apologise for any errors or if it sucks, I only just finished it. I had CJ/Danny in mind, but it also works for a certain GA couple :)
~
You wake up alone in your bed and stare at the clock, a little puzzled by the relative lateness of the hour.
You start to rise before spying a note on his pillow, which reads, ‘Stay where you are,’ framed by multi-coloured scribbles.
You smile and place it on the bedside table, where you find another note next to your cell-phone. ‘Text me when you wake.’
You do so, before plumping up the pillows and settling back. A few minutes later you hear running feet and an excited high-pitched voice, overlaid by a deeper, “Shhh”.
The door opens and a small body launches at you, shouting, “Happy Birthday, Momma!”
You’re immersed in a haze of red hair and purple daisies, and laugh as he picks her up, with a playful, “What have I told you about suffocating your mother”. He settles her between you, and steals a quick kiss.
“Are those for me?” you ask, putting your hands out for the flowers. “They’re so beautiful. Did you choose them?”
She nods, launching into a running commentary on the morning’s outing, until he reminds her that there are cards and presents and breakfast in bed.
But they are your true gift.
