Fic: To go on (1/1)
Title: To go on
Fandom: Murder Call
Characters: Tessa Vance, Steve Hayden
Prompt: 077. What?
Word Count: 480
Rating: G (K)
Summary: Another tag to Crazy, set before epilogue.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to Jennifer Rowe, Hal McElroy and Southern Star. I make no profit out of this.
She couldn’t hold the tears at bay. They just kept falling and falling, running down her cheeks in salty trails, down onto the collar of his shirt, soaking it. She tried to mention it to him, but the words stuck in her throat and she could only sob, clinging on to him with all the strength she had.
His hands were rubbing her back, stroking her hair, and he kept muttering soft comforting words she wasn’t sure he believed in himself. He was shaking too, but he would never give up being a rock for her. God she loved him so much.
“It’s okay,” he mumbled. “We’ll handle it. It’ll be all right.”
She couldn’t quite believe him, but she couldn’t let go of him either. Not now. She needed him too much for this.
It was late at night. Catherine and Jonas were already in bed. Tessa hadn’t wanted to break down in front of them. They hadn’t told Mary and Tom about the results yet, or else they would have offered to take the kids for the night. Tessa wasn’t sure she wanted them to know yet.
“We need to make a decision,” Tessa mumbled in a half-choke, half-sob.
“No we don’t,” Steve rebuffed, hugging her closer on the sofa. “Not yet. Maybe not ever. Not that kind of decision anyway.”
Tessa couldn’t find any words, feeling effectively fended off that particular train of thought.
“What do we do then?” she asked brokenly.
Steve drew back, tipping her chin up so she could meet his gentle, clear eyes. “We go on. Day by day. It’s not the end of the world. She’s our miracle. We’ll be fine.”
Tessa sniffled, staring into the dark, gentle eyes that never failed to draw her in and enrapture her. She could always trust his logic to prevail, even if he sometimes cursed it like she cursed her emotions.
“You’ve got snot all over your shirt,” she finally said dumbly, reaching up to dry it up but he only grinned briefly and took her hand, kissing her knuckles.
“It’s okay. It could do with a turn in the machine anyway after Jonas’ trip to the sandbox.”
Jonas. Catherine. She was being selfish. They were ecstatic they were getting a new baby sister. At least Catherine was, being big enough to understand, but at least Jonas showed nothing but curiosity towards the life growing beneath his mother’s bossom.
“Hey, you okay?” Steve asked softly when she spent several moments in silence. Tessa looked up at him, offering a small smile at the worried look on his face. She was selfish. Steve was part of this too. They’d both created this new life. And he was hurting too, though hiding it behind his shield. She snuggled closer to him, hiccupping but no longer sobbing uncontrollably.
“No. But I will be. Once this baby gets out.”
Fandom: Murder Call
Characters: Tessa Vance, Steve Hayden
Prompt: 077. What?
Word Count: 480
Rating: G (K)
Summary: Another tag to Crazy, set before epilogue.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to Jennifer Rowe, Hal McElroy and Southern Star. I make no profit out of this.
She couldn’t hold the tears at bay. They just kept falling and falling, running down her cheeks in salty trails, down onto the collar of his shirt, soaking it. She tried to mention it to him, but the words stuck in her throat and she could only sob, clinging on to him with all the strength she had.
His hands were rubbing her back, stroking her hair, and he kept muttering soft comforting words she wasn’t sure he believed in himself. He was shaking too, but he would never give up being a rock for her. God she loved him so much.
“It’s okay,” he mumbled. “We’ll handle it. It’ll be all right.”
She couldn’t quite believe him, but she couldn’t let go of him either. Not now. She needed him too much for this.
It was late at night. Catherine and Jonas were already in bed. Tessa hadn’t wanted to break down in front of them. They hadn’t told Mary and Tom about the results yet, or else they would have offered to take the kids for the night. Tessa wasn’t sure she wanted them to know yet.
“We need to make a decision,” Tessa mumbled in a half-choke, half-sob.
“No we don’t,” Steve rebuffed, hugging her closer on the sofa. “Not yet. Maybe not ever. Not that kind of decision anyway.”
Tessa couldn’t find any words, feeling effectively fended off that particular train of thought.
“What do we do then?” she asked brokenly.
Steve drew back, tipping her chin up so she could meet his gentle, clear eyes. “We go on. Day by day. It’s not the end of the world. She’s our miracle. We’ll be fine.”
Tessa sniffled, staring into the dark, gentle eyes that never failed to draw her in and enrapture her. She could always trust his logic to prevail, even if he sometimes cursed it like she cursed her emotions.
“You’ve got snot all over your shirt,” she finally said dumbly, reaching up to dry it up but he only grinned briefly and took her hand, kissing her knuckles.
“It’s okay. It could do with a turn in the machine anyway after Jonas’ trip to the sandbox.”
Jonas. Catherine. She was being selfish. They were ecstatic they were getting a new baby sister. At least Catherine was, being big enough to understand, but at least Jonas showed nothing but curiosity towards the life growing beneath his mother’s bossom.
“Hey, you okay?” Steve asked softly when she spent several moments in silence. Tessa looked up at him, offering a small smile at the worried look on his face. She was selfish. Steve was part of this too. They’d both created this new life. And he was hurting too, though hiding it behind his shield. She snuggled closer to him, hiccupping but no longer sobbing uncontrollably.
“No. But I will be. Once this baby gets out.”