RPH: 017-Peanut Butter: Lunch
Title: Lunch
Author/Artist: mistress_britt
Character/Pairing: Criss Angel/Cristina Scabbia
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Prompt Table: http://cryingxxblood.livejournal.com/35712.html
Prompt: 017-Peanut Butter
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, just very fluffy
Word Count: 850
Author’s Notes: Reviews are really nice.
Children were something that Criss had never planned on having in his life. It wasn’t as if he disliked children; he loved his niece very much and enjoyed all the young fans he had. He thought kids were fun and magical, he adored the imagination they possessed. He tried very hard to keep his imagination alive like children did as he got older. He was just afraid of bringing a child into the world. Most of the stunts he did were very dangerous and he was scared of leaving his child behind without a father. He remembered how his father’s death had affected him and he couldn’t imagine bringing that pain onto his own children because of the profession he chose to pursue.
So plans don’t always turn out they way you wanted them to. He had met a wonderful woman, who for some reason put up with all of his crazy ideas. No, she didn’t like what he did all the time, but she could see the passion in his eyes. She could never make him give up what he loved. He in turn did the same. It hurt to have her gone for months on end when she was on tour with the band, but she too had the passion in her.
He had proposed to her one night over a nice dinner of sushi. She wore that beautiful diamond ring proudly. They had planned on getting married sometime after he had wrapped up the third season. Once again the plans had been altered some. Cristina found herself pregnant. Criss found himself torn between absolute happiness and fear. Their child had been created out an intense love, but he worried that something might happen to him or even worst, to the baby.
That little baby growing inside of his fiancée’s stomach made him rethink a lot of his life. That child would need him now, he would need to be around to help raise him or her. He didn’t feel like putting his stunts on hold until one of them went a little bit wrong. The plan was to get out of wire cuffs, out of the mail bag and jump out of the locked trunk before it exploded and crashed. He had done all that, but ended up injuring his neck during the process which put him out of commission for two weeks.
His eldest brother was standing next to him, yelling that he would never do this crazy shit again. JD always said that after anything particularly dangerous, but he was a daddy and Criss couldn’t blame him. Costa had disappeared to inhale a pack of cigarettes and his mother just held his hand with little tears in her eyes. She was just thankful that her little Christopher was still alive. Cristina remained rather silent as she held his other hand. The hand clutching his squeezed it tightly while her other remained on her growing belly. She had started praying every night for his safety.
“JD’s right. I mean I can’t believe I’m saying this, but no more. I have too much to keep on living for right now. I’m done with risking my life,” Criss spoke up.
“Do you really mean that?” Cristina asked softly as she gazed down at him.
“With all of my heart,” he smiled up at her.
Cristina’s eyes welled up with happy tears as she leaned down to kiss him. JD let out a huge sigh of relief and mouthed a thank you to Cristina. Five months after that incident, Raven Jade Angel Sarantakos was born into the world. The moment that little girl wrapped her tiny hand around her father’s finger, Criss knew why his life had been spared so much. There were times were he couldn’t understand why he was still alive based on all the dangerous stunts he had done over the years. But now he did. He knew his father was still looking out for him and that his daughter needed him to be around.
Criss smeared the peanut butter onto one slice of the bread and strawberry jam onto the other. Strawberry was Raven’s favorite. She hated grape. Oh, and only smooth peanut butter, crunchy made her gag. He felt her little arms wrap tightly around his right let.
“Daddy, I hungry,” the three year old pouted up at him.
“I know, sweetheart, it’s almost ready,” he replied, smooshing the two pieces of bread together.
“Is it peanut buwwer daddy?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course it is, because that is your favorite,” he smiled, scooping her up and balancing her on his hips.
“Yay!” she cheered.
So that fear was gone now. Every time he held his daughter in his lap or watched her sleep or saw the huge smile on her face when they played together, he just felt that fear melt away. He had slowed down on the dangerous stuff, but the show was still popular than ever. He held Raven in his lap and watched her take a generous bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Yeah, this was the life.
Author/Artist: mistress_britt
Character/Pairing: Criss Angel/Cristina Scabbia
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Prompt Table: http://cryingxxblood.livejournal.com/35712.html
Prompt: 017-Peanut Butter
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, just very fluffy
Word Count: 850
Author’s Notes: Reviews are really nice.
Children were something that Criss had never planned on having in his life. It wasn’t as if he disliked children; he loved his niece very much and enjoyed all the young fans he had. He thought kids were fun and magical, he adored the imagination they possessed. He tried very hard to keep his imagination alive like children did as he got older. He was just afraid of bringing a child into the world. Most of the stunts he did were very dangerous and he was scared of leaving his child behind without a father. He remembered how his father’s death had affected him and he couldn’t imagine bringing that pain onto his own children because of the profession he chose to pursue.
So plans don’t always turn out they way you wanted them to. He had met a wonderful woman, who for some reason put up with all of his crazy ideas. No, she didn’t like what he did all the time, but she could see the passion in his eyes. She could never make him give up what he loved. He in turn did the same. It hurt to have her gone for months on end when she was on tour with the band, but she too had the passion in her.
He had proposed to her one night over a nice dinner of sushi. She wore that beautiful diamond ring proudly. They had planned on getting married sometime after he had wrapped up the third season. Once again the plans had been altered some. Cristina found herself pregnant. Criss found himself torn between absolute happiness and fear. Their child had been created out an intense love, but he worried that something might happen to him or even worst, to the baby.
That little baby growing inside of his fiancée’s stomach made him rethink a lot of his life. That child would need him now, he would need to be around to help raise him or her. He didn’t feel like putting his stunts on hold until one of them went a little bit wrong. The plan was to get out of wire cuffs, out of the mail bag and jump out of the locked trunk before it exploded and crashed. He had done all that, but ended up injuring his neck during the process which put him out of commission for two weeks.
His eldest brother was standing next to him, yelling that he would never do this crazy shit again. JD always said that after anything particularly dangerous, but he was a daddy and Criss couldn’t blame him. Costa had disappeared to inhale a pack of cigarettes and his mother just held his hand with little tears in her eyes. She was just thankful that her little Christopher was still alive. Cristina remained rather silent as she held his other hand. The hand clutching his squeezed it tightly while her other remained on her growing belly. She had started praying every night for his safety.
“JD’s right. I mean I can’t believe I’m saying this, but no more. I have too much to keep on living for right now. I’m done with risking my life,” Criss spoke up.
“Do you really mean that?” Cristina asked softly as she gazed down at him.
“With all of my heart,” he smiled up at her.
Cristina’s eyes welled up with happy tears as she leaned down to kiss him. JD let out a huge sigh of relief and mouthed a thank you to Cristina. Five months after that incident, Raven Jade Angel Sarantakos was born into the world. The moment that little girl wrapped her tiny hand around her father’s finger, Criss knew why his life had been spared so much. There were times were he couldn’t understand why he was still alive based on all the dangerous stunts he had done over the years. But now he did. He knew his father was still looking out for him and that his daughter needed him to be around.
Criss smeared the peanut butter onto one slice of the bread and strawberry jam onto the other. Strawberry was Raven’s favorite. She hated grape. Oh, and only smooth peanut butter, crunchy made her gag. He felt her little arms wrap tightly around his right let.
“Daddy, I hungry,” the three year old pouted up at him.
“I know, sweetheart, it’s almost ready,” he replied, smooshing the two pieces of bread together.
“Is it peanut buwwer daddy?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course it is, because that is your favorite,” he smiled, scooping her up and balancing her on his hips.
“Yay!” she cheered.
So that fear was gone now. Every time he held his daughter in his lap or watched her sleep or saw the huge smile on her face when they played together, he just felt that fear melt away. He had slowed down on the dangerous stuff, but the show was still popular than ever. He held Raven in his lap and watched her take a generous bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Yeah, this was the life.