Post by FicWriter on Feb 21, 2009 2:56:28 GMT 10
She Makes Me Smile
(a ficlet written for Theatrical Muse on Live Journal.)
by JD
I love her, and all I need to do is look at her and I can't help but smile. She's everything to me now, my wife, the mother of my son, and without her, and all she has given me back I am nothing.
Abby and I have come so far in the eight years we have known each other. From the first kiss she stole from me outside in the ambulance bay, to our decision to finally walk down the aisle, a walk that ensures that we will grow old together, she found a way to complete me.
I can't help but think of all we have been through on the road to reaching this place. The tears that were shed, the words spoken in anger that could never be called back, the long hours in the NICU as we worried over whether Joe would live or die, that fateful night with Curtis Ames. Maybe we needed those times to show us just how strong our love was, if we could survive things as devastating as what we were forced to overcome we had to know we could survive anything.
I look at Abby now and all I see on her face is joy and happiness, and I wonder how I could ever have told her she couldn't know how to be happy. I can't say for sure who is responsible for giving us this second chance, for giving us Joe, and the life we'll have with him. I do know that this is the life I was afraid I would never know, but it's here and every moment I'm with Abby and Joe is one that brings a smile to my face, and I can't think of anything more perfect then that.
The End
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Back to the Sea
(a ficlet written for the community Artistic License on Live Journal.)
by JD
As I lay here watching Abby sleep I find myself wishing I could take her and Joe back to Croatia. Maybe it was talking to my father on the phone after the wedding and realizing how much I missed seeing him, or maybe it was something in his voice that wasn't said. I just know it's been too long since I was back, and I find myself longing for too many things. From the sound of my own language in my ear as I pass people on the street, to the smells of the sea as I sit on the pebbled shore and watch the sunset, it's calling me back.
When I left all those years ago I was sure I would never go back, the only memories it let me see then were ones of sadness and loss. But time has a way of healing things, even when you don't want to believe it possible and gradually I've begun to remember the good times more then the bad. I want Joe to know his Grandfather, to experience the joys I knew as a child, and maybe too, it's time I go back to the one place I never thought I would visit again.
I think it's important for Abby and Joe to see Vukovar, to walk the streets that were so key to making me who I am. I want to show them where I once thought my life had ended, the places where our apartment and the hospital stood. More importantly, I want to take them to the cemetery, I need them to meet those who meant so much to me and who I've finally been able to put to rest after all of these years.
It's time...it's time.
The End
(a ficlet written for Theatrical Muse on Live Journal.)
by JD
I love her, and all I need to do is look at her and I can't help but smile. She's everything to me now, my wife, the mother of my son, and without her, and all she has given me back I am nothing.
Abby and I have come so far in the eight years we have known each other. From the first kiss she stole from me outside in the ambulance bay, to our decision to finally walk down the aisle, a walk that ensures that we will grow old together, she found a way to complete me.
I can't help but think of all we have been through on the road to reaching this place. The tears that were shed, the words spoken in anger that could never be called back, the long hours in the NICU as we worried over whether Joe would live or die, that fateful night with Curtis Ames. Maybe we needed those times to show us just how strong our love was, if we could survive things as devastating as what we were forced to overcome we had to know we could survive anything.
I look at Abby now and all I see on her face is joy and happiness, and I wonder how I could ever have told her she couldn't know how to be happy. I can't say for sure who is responsible for giving us this second chance, for giving us Joe, and the life we'll have with him. I do know that this is the life I was afraid I would never know, but it's here and every moment I'm with Abby and Joe is one that brings a smile to my face, and I can't think of anything more perfect then that.
The End
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Back to the Sea
(a ficlet written for the community Artistic License on Live Journal.)
by JD
As I lay here watching Abby sleep I find myself wishing I could take her and Joe back to Croatia. Maybe it was talking to my father on the phone after the wedding and realizing how much I missed seeing him, or maybe it was something in his voice that wasn't said. I just know it's been too long since I was back, and I find myself longing for too many things. From the sound of my own language in my ear as I pass people on the street, to the smells of the sea as I sit on the pebbled shore and watch the sunset, it's calling me back.
When I left all those years ago I was sure I would never go back, the only memories it let me see then were ones of sadness and loss. But time has a way of healing things, even when you don't want to believe it possible and gradually I've begun to remember the good times more then the bad. I want Joe to know his Grandfather, to experience the joys I knew as a child, and maybe too, it's time I go back to the one place I never thought I would visit again.
I think it's important for Abby and Joe to see Vukovar, to walk the streets that were so key to making me who I am. I want to show them where I once thought my life had ended, the places where our apartment and the hospital stood. More importantly, I want to take them to the cemetery, I need them to meet those who meant so much to me and who I've finally been able to put to rest after all of these years.
It's time...it's time.
The End
