Title: Witch, Warlock or Whatever.
Fandom(s): High School Musical/The Covenant.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sharpay Evans/Caleb Danvers.
Rating: General.
Word Count: 443.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): None really.
Author Notes: Don't be fooled by the title.
For:
crossovers50, Prompt - 06. Morning. [
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Witch, Warlock or Whatever
The bed was cool without the lithe body pressed against his side. Caleb Danver’s turned to face the side his wife usually occupied and frowned as he glanced at the clock; it was barely one in the morning. It wasn’t like her to just up and leave without saying a word to him. Caleb sat up running a hand over his face as he through his feet over the side of the bed and stood.
“Sharpay?” He called; the worry grew, as she didn’t reply.
Caleb grabbed his cell phone, preparing to call Pogue, when heard a soft noise coming for the other room. He followed the sound to the room across the hall where he found his wife cradling two babies to her bosom as she rocked gently in the rocking chair. He leaned against the doorframe to simply watch as she sang softly to the two bundles. When her song was finished he made his presence known.
“Hey.”
The blonde looked up and smiled sadly at him, “I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”
He shook his head, stepping forward and taking one of the little bundles from her, “No. What are you doing up so late?”
She sighed, looking down at the sleeping face wrapped securely in a blanket, “I’m worried. You told me something like this has never happened before. What if something bad happens?”
Caleb frowned, looking down at his daughter, “I don’t know.”
He hated feeling helpless, but he hated not being able to soothe his wife’s concern when more. It had been a risk on his part to let her in, but he had and Caleb never regretted his actions. She knew what how much things could impact her but she had never given up. Not once and Caleb wasn’t about to let anything stop him from giving up.
“We’ll call the others and bring our parents. Someone has to know something,” he pressed a soft kiss to the temple of the sleeping child in his arms, “God knows I’ll do anything to protect this family.”
She gave me another sad smile, holding her song as close as possible without harming the tiny boy. The blonde in front of him was a far cry from the drama queen princess he had met two years before. She had changed the instant the two newest additions to their family had been born and could very well be in danger.
“I’ll fight,” she stated, surprising him with the intense determination that appeared on her face, “I may not be a witch or warlock or whatever but I’ll fight for my babies.”
The man smiled, “I know Sharpay. I know.”
End.