Criminal Minds Fic-A Hinge in the Air, Epilogue
Title: A Hinge in the Air, Epilogue
Author: mingsmommy
Pairing: Emily Prentiss/David Rossi
Spoilers: Everything through Season 5
Rating: FRT/PG13
Author's Notes: This is disgustingly fluffy.
This fic is the wonderful wojelah's help_haiti fic. Her prompt was "good old fashioned falling in love plus h/c." The title comes from Billy Collin's poem, Japan. I'm so grateful and amazed she chose to bid on my fic. Though I know this story is nowhere as good as you deserve, wojelah, I do hope you've enjoyed it. Thank you so much for the opportunity.
If there are words to describe all that smacky30 and smittywing have done for me during this. I don't know what they are.
smacky30 has been endlessly patient and rolled her eyes a minimum of times when I was being insecure and neurotic. She always supports me, but she doesn't tolerate any crap from me, either. She corrects my grammar and punctuation. She is an amazing person and an incredible friend.
smittywing has been an amazing cheerleader over the past 6 months. I have learned so much from her from under using the comma to my misuse of that/who. I know writing is a continual process of learning and growing. I absolutely cannot imagine a better teacher or friend.
I am blessed beyond all measure to have these women in my life.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
With the exception of the light scratch of pen on paper and ambient noise leaking in from the hall, the room is quiet. The yellow glow from a small lamp gives a corner of the room a warmer cast than the overhead lights that had been turned off an hour previously.
Dave, glasses perched on the end of his nose, is completely focused on the paper in front of him until a noise, somewhere between a squeak and a cough, reaches his ear. Placing the pen on the table beside the form, he leans forward. "Hey," he says in a hushed tone to the blanket-wrapped bundle in the plexi-glass bassinet. "Hey, now. I thought you were sleeping." The baby turns her head toward his voice, blinks at him and curls a tiny hand under her chin, making another unhappy noise, this one a little louder than the one before.
"Okay, you win." He smiles widely and stands to lift her up and out of the bassinet. "I'm not setting a precedent on always giving in, just so you know. But we can't have you waking your mom." He looks toward the bed where Emily is sleeping, propped up against several pillows. "Somebody might have worn her out when they were making their appearance. Not naming any names." His daughter gives a small squeak as Dave cuddles her close and returns to his chair.
"Speaking of names..." He taps the paper on the table. "This is an application for your birth certificate. You're going to need one of those to go to school and get your driver's license and get a passport for when we travel and when you go off to college and when you get married...when you're forty, and probably dozens of other things all throughout your life." Adjusting the baby so he can see her face a little better (Emily's nose, yes, definitely Emily's nose), he continues to whisper. "After awhile, it's going to just seem like a piece of paper to you, an important one, but still, just a piece of paper, Angel."
A small fist waves as Dave adjusts the pink knit cap on the baby's head, continuing to speak gently. "But to me, your birth certificate is the most important thing in the world. It marks the day Emily Amanda Prentiss Rossi -- that's your mom -- and David Anthony Rossi -- that's me, your pop -- went from being a couple to being a family when their little Angel was born. And there's never going to be anything more important than that." Leaning down, he gently touches his lips to her forehead.
The baby blinks up at him again and opens her mouth in a dainty yawn; Dave laughs quietly. "Not even three hours old and your old man's already boring you." He traces a finger over the delicate curve of her eyebrows. "It's all right, you should get some sleep. When daylight gets here and everybody finds out you've arrived, the hordes are going to descend to see you." Smiling, he watches as the baby's eyelids lower, then slowly rise again. "Yeah, I better warn you. When your Aunt Rose sees you, she's going to cry all over you...well, probably all of your aunts will, including your aunts from the BAU."
Unconcerned with this dire prediction, Dave's little Angel gives another tiny yawn and when her eyes close this time, she's asleep, but her father keeps talking in a low, soothing voice. "In a couple of months we'll have a christening for you and all of your aunts and uncles and cousins and second cousins will come meet you and then you'll really get an idea of what a big family you're a part of." He leans back in the chair, letting her rest easily in the crook of his arm, his eyes on the rosebud mouth, her mother's nose in miniature, ten minute fingernails on the tips of ten perfect little fingers. "I love you, Angela Elizabeth Rossi."
Time moves forward and the sky outside begins to lighten and Dave sits, content to watch over both of his girls as they sleep.
fin
Author: mingsmommy
Pairing: Emily Prentiss/David Rossi
Spoilers: Everything through Season 5
Rating: FRT/PG13
Author's Notes: This is disgustingly fluffy.
This fic is the wonderful wojelah's help_haiti fic. Her prompt was "good old fashioned falling in love plus h/c." The title comes from Billy Collin's poem, Japan. I'm so grateful and amazed she chose to bid on my fic. Though I know this story is nowhere as good as you deserve, wojelah, I do hope you've enjoyed it. Thank you so much for the opportunity.
If there are words to describe all that smacky30 and smittywing have done for me during this. I don't know what they are.
smacky30 has been endlessly patient and rolled her eyes a minimum of times when I was being insecure and neurotic. She always supports me, but she doesn't tolerate any crap from me, either. She corrects my grammar and punctuation. She is an amazing person and an incredible friend.
smittywing has been an amazing cheerleader over the past 6 months. I have learned so much from her from under using the comma to my misuse of that/who. I know writing is a continual process of learning and growing. I absolutely cannot imagine a better teacher or friend.
I am blessed beyond all measure to have these women in my life.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
With the exception of the light scratch of pen on paper and ambient noise leaking in from the hall, the room is quiet. The yellow glow from a small lamp gives a corner of the room a warmer cast than the overhead lights that had been turned off an hour previously.
Dave, glasses perched on the end of his nose, is completely focused on the paper in front of him until a noise, somewhere between a squeak and a cough, reaches his ear. Placing the pen on the table beside the form, he leans forward. "Hey," he says in a hushed tone to the blanket-wrapped bundle in the plexi-glass bassinet. "Hey, now. I thought you were sleeping." The baby turns her head toward his voice, blinks at him and curls a tiny hand under her chin, making another unhappy noise, this one a little louder than the one before.
"Okay, you win." He smiles widely and stands to lift her up and out of the bassinet. "I'm not setting a precedent on always giving in, just so you know. But we can't have you waking your mom." He looks toward the bed where Emily is sleeping, propped up against several pillows. "Somebody might have worn her out when they were making their appearance. Not naming any names." His daughter gives a small squeak as Dave cuddles her close and returns to his chair.
"Speaking of names..." He taps the paper on the table. "This is an application for your birth certificate. You're going to need one of those to go to school and get your driver's license and get a passport for when we travel and when you go off to college and when you get married...when you're forty, and probably dozens of other things all throughout your life." Adjusting the baby so he can see her face a little better (Emily's nose, yes, definitely Emily's nose), he continues to whisper. "After awhile, it's going to just seem like a piece of paper to you, an important one, but still, just a piece of paper, Angel."
A small fist waves as Dave adjusts the pink knit cap on the baby's head, continuing to speak gently. "But to me, your birth certificate is the most important thing in the world. It marks the day Emily Amanda Prentiss Rossi -- that's your mom -- and David Anthony Rossi -- that's me, your pop -- went from being a couple to being a family when their little Angel was born. And there's never going to be anything more important than that." Leaning down, he gently touches his lips to her forehead.
The baby blinks up at him again and opens her mouth in a dainty yawn; Dave laughs quietly. "Not even three hours old and your old man's already boring you." He traces a finger over the delicate curve of her eyebrows. "It's all right, you should get some sleep. When daylight gets here and everybody finds out you've arrived, the hordes are going to descend to see you." Smiling, he watches as the baby's eyelids lower, then slowly rise again. "Yeah, I better warn you. When your Aunt Rose sees you, she's going to cry all over you...well, probably all of your aunts will, including your aunts from the BAU."
Unconcerned with this dire prediction, Dave's little Angel gives another tiny yawn and when her eyes close this time, she's asleep, but her father keeps talking in a low, soothing voice. "In a couple of months we'll have a christening for you and all of your aunts and uncles and cousins and second cousins will come meet you and then you'll really get an idea of what a big family you're a part of." He leans back in the chair, letting her rest easily in the crook of his arm, his eyes on the rosebud mouth, her mother's nose in miniature, ten minute fingernails on the tips of ten perfect little fingers. "I love you, Angela Elizabeth Rossi."
Time moves forward and the sky outside begins to lighten and Dave sits, content to watch over both of his girls as they sleep.
fin