Post by ktlynn on Jan 5, 2007 7:38:09 GMT 10
REPOST.
Title: Happily Ever Trapped
Author: kt lynn
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters except the one I have created.
Summary: I love Joe, but I have always wanted Luka and Abby to have a baby girl. Complete fluff.
**This is my first Luby fic, but not my first fic ever. So, be gentle…
These Beautiful Moments
These past few months have been amazing. I find myself constantly grinning. She’s caught me staring at her more than a few times. And I can’t help myself. She’s beautiful – absolutely glowing. Her belly grows more and more everyday. It’s wonderful to watch. I don’t even mind the mood swings and weird cravings at all hours of the day. And, believe me, we’ve stocked up on Pop Tarts. I couldn’t even imagine what would happen if we didn’t have a constant stash of the damn things.
“What?” she snaps at me. Uh oh, I’ve been caught again.
“Nothing,” I say as I shake my head.
“Well, it must be something if you keep staring.” Now, I’m in trouble. She moves to climb into bed, which has become more of a task for her lately, and I grab a hold of her wrist causing her to turn and face me. After getting her attention, I slowly place my hands on the sides of her face and a kiss on her beautiful, pouty lips.
I drag my lips to her ear so they’re barely touching her skin and whisper, “You’re beautiful.” And as she glares at me with a smile on her face, I know I’m not in trouble anymore.
Dream Sweet Dreams
Now, she’s made it her job to pick on me every chance she gets. I can’t make her French toast the way she likes it. I can’t seem to take a quick enough shower before work. I watch too much TV. I don’t pay enough attention to her. I talk too much. I don’t talk enough. I swear too much. I chew like a cow. I smell horrible after playing basketball with Pratt and Ray. I don’t even fold my own underwear correctly anymore.
But I still love her the most like this.
“Luka,” she whispers as she slowly wakes up from her nap on the couch. She had been curled up there since I had gotten home a few hours ago. As much as I wanted to snuggle up with her there, she needs her rest. I remember how it was when Jasna and Marko were born. It’s best to sleep now. There won’t be any chance to later.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” She reaches her hand out to me as I circle the couch and kneel down next to her so we’re even with each other. I grab a hold of her outstretched hand and brush her bangs from her eyes with my other. I place a quick kiss on her lips before resting my forehead against hers and smiling.
“How was your day?” She’s still whispering.
“Somewhat uneventful. How are you? How’s the baby?” She just smiles and moves my hand down to rest on her stomach.
“Annoying,” she says and we both laugh. I feel the sharp kicks and what feels like the shape of a tiny foot.
“Shh, spavati moj kratko èovjek. Ako tvoj mati pauza. Spavati dok Tata,” I whisper to Abby’s stomach. I can hear Abby giggle a little as the baby gives one last sharp kick. A smile creeps across my face as I realize it won’t be long now. And I can wait. I’ve waited so long for this, what’s a few more weeks?
Happy Birthday
I snuggle my tiny daughter as close to me as I possibly can without crushing her. All six pounds, eleven ounces, twenty-one inches of her.
“Dobro došao da taj avet, moj kratko miša,” I whisper to her as I walk her around her mother’s hospital room. She’s beautiful, just like her mother. She has her eyes and nose and most definitely her mouth. But, she got the trademark dark, curly Kovac hair. I’m sure once her eyes change color, they’ll be as light as mine. For right now though, her baby blues are fine with me. She looks up at me and blinks. I watch her with a smile on my face. “Volim te.”
“I’m sure she loves you, too,” I hear Abby say from the bed behind me. I turn around slowly as not to scare the baby. I walk over to the bed and sit down next to her. Abby smoothes her hand over our daughter’s pink hat and smiles. We’re both quiet for a decent amount of time, just enjoying being here with our daughter. “She’s gorgeous.”
“We did good,” I whisper.
“Yeah, we did.” She looks up at me then with one of the prettiest smiles I’ve ever seen. “Volim te, Luka.” I don’t hesitate for one second.
“I love you, too.”
Butterflies Are Free to Fly
My Mila Grace. Moj miša. She’s amazing. It’s been six months already and I just can’t seem to get enough of her. She still has that wonderful baby smell and all her little baby chubbiness is still there. I love picking her up and kissing her cubby little cheeks. She always giggles when I do that.
We’ve discovered that her left thumb is her best friend. She sucks on it when she’s sleeping and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Abby and I also made her a small stuffed bear before she was born. She won’t sleep without it. Her eyes are the brightest, most amazing color green I have ever seen. Between the eyes and the dark, curly hair she reminds me of her sister. Well, except for the fact that she could pass as Abby’s little clone. I can tell already that the stubbornness, attitude, and strong personality are there. I can only imagine what she’s going to be like as a teenager. She will be the whirlwind that is Abby.
And Abby. Oh Abby. She loves motherhood. And it suits her well. Watching her with Mila has become one of my favorite pastimes. Abby learns as Mila learns. It’s quite endearing, actually. We started feeding her baby food the other day. Mila found out she doesn’t like squash and Abby learned that babies spit the food back out no matter how many times you try to make them eat it.
And the name? It was short and to the point. Abby wanted to give her a Croatian name. Of course I loved the idea and I knew Abby wanted something simple. Mila Grace Kovac. Yeah, she’s definitely a keeper.
* “Shh, sleep my little one. Let your mother rest. Sleep for Daddy.”
** “Welcome to the world, my little mouse.”
Thanks for reading.
And this is just a oneshot.
Title: Happily Ever Trapped
Author: kt lynn
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters except the one I have created.
Summary: I love Joe, but I have always wanted Luka and Abby to have a baby girl. Complete fluff.
**This is my first Luby fic, but not my first fic ever. So, be gentle…
These Beautiful Moments
These past few months have been amazing. I find myself constantly grinning. She’s caught me staring at her more than a few times. And I can’t help myself. She’s beautiful – absolutely glowing. Her belly grows more and more everyday. It’s wonderful to watch. I don’t even mind the mood swings and weird cravings at all hours of the day. And, believe me, we’ve stocked up on Pop Tarts. I couldn’t even imagine what would happen if we didn’t have a constant stash of the damn things.
“What?” she snaps at me. Uh oh, I’ve been caught again.
“Nothing,” I say as I shake my head.
“Well, it must be something if you keep staring.” Now, I’m in trouble. She moves to climb into bed, which has become more of a task for her lately, and I grab a hold of her wrist causing her to turn and face me. After getting her attention, I slowly place my hands on the sides of her face and a kiss on her beautiful, pouty lips.
I drag my lips to her ear so they’re barely touching her skin and whisper, “You’re beautiful.” And as she glares at me with a smile on her face, I know I’m not in trouble anymore.
Dream Sweet Dreams
Now, she’s made it her job to pick on me every chance she gets. I can’t make her French toast the way she likes it. I can’t seem to take a quick enough shower before work. I watch too much TV. I don’t pay enough attention to her. I talk too much. I don’t talk enough. I swear too much. I chew like a cow. I smell horrible after playing basketball with Pratt and Ray. I don’t even fold my own underwear correctly anymore.
But I still love her the most like this.
“Luka,” she whispers as she slowly wakes up from her nap on the couch. She had been curled up there since I had gotten home a few hours ago. As much as I wanted to snuggle up with her there, she needs her rest. I remember how it was when Jasna and Marko were born. It’s best to sleep now. There won’t be any chance to later.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” She reaches her hand out to me as I circle the couch and kneel down next to her so we’re even with each other. I grab a hold of her outstretched hand and brush her bangs from her eyes with my other. I place a quick kiss on her lips before resting my forehead against hers and smiling.
“How was your day?” She’s still whispering.
“Somewhat uneventful. How are you? How’s the baby?” She just smiles and moves my hand down to rest on her stomach.
“Annoying,” she says and we both laugh. I feel the sharp kicks and what feels like the shape of a tiny foot.
“Shh, spavati moj kratko èovjek. Ako tvoj mati pauza. Spavati dok Tata,” I whisper to Abby’s stomach. I can hear Abby giggle a little as the baby gives one last sharp kick. A smile creeps across my face as I realize it won’t be long now. And I can wait. I’ve waited so long for this, what’s a few more weeks?
Happy Birthday
I snuggle my tiny daughter as close to me as I possibly can without crushing her. All six pounds, eleven ounces, twenty-one inches of her.
“Dobro došao da taj avet, moj kratko miša,” I whisper to her as I walk her around her mother’s hospital room. She’s beautiful, just like her mother. She has her eyes and nose and most definitely her mouth. But, she got the trademark dark, curly Kovac hair. I’m sure once her eyes change color, they’ll be as light as mine. For right now though, her baby blues are fine with me. She looks up at me and blinks. I watch her with a smile on my face. “Volim te.”
“I’m sure she loves you, too,” I hear Abby say from the bed behind me. I turn around slowly as not to scare the baby. I walk over to the bed and sit down next to her. Abby smoothes her hand over our daughter’s pink hat and smiles. We’re both quiet for a decent amount of time, just enjoying being here with our daughter. “She’s gorgeous.”
“We did good,” I whisper.
“Yeah, we did.” She looks up at me then with one of the prettiest smiles I’ve ever seen. “Volim te, Luka.” I don’t hesitate for one second.
“I love you, too.”
Butterflies Are Free to Fly
My Mila Grace. Moj miša. She’s amazing. It’s been six months already and I just can’t seem to get enough of her. She still has that wonderful baby smell and all her little baby chubbiness is still there. I love picking her up and kissing her cubby little cheeks. She always giggles when I do that.
We’ve discovered that her left thumb is her best friend. She sucks on it when she’s sleeping and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Abby and I also made her a small stuffed bear before she was born. She won’t sleep without it. Her eyes are the brightest, most amazing color green I have ever seen. Between the eyes and the dark, curly hair she reminds me of her sister. Well, except for the fact that she could pass as Abby’s little clone. I can tell already that the stubbornness, attitude, and strong personality are there. I can only imagine what she’s going to be like as a teenager. She will be the whirlwind that is Abby.
And Abby. Oh Abby. She loves motherhood. And it suits her well. Watching her with Mila has become one of my favorite pastimes. Abby learns as Mila learns. It’s quite endearing, actually. We started feeding her baby food the other day. Mila found out she doesn’t like squash and Abby learned that babies spit the food back out no matter how many times you try to make them eat it.
And the name? It was short and to the point. Abby wanted to give her a Croatian name. Of course I loved the idea and I knew Abby wanted something simple. Mila Grace Kovac. Yeah, she’s definitely a keeper.
* “Shh, sleep my little one. Let your mother rest. Sleep for Daddy.”
** “Welcome to the world, my little mouse.”
Thanks for reading.
And this is just a oneshot.
I absolutely loved it.
please keep going