FIC - Your smile (1/1)
Title: Your Smile (1/1)
Author: wheelie47
Rating: PG
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 1,639
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Luke and Noah celebrate an anniversary…
Written for the 1st June anniversary challenge on Nukefic.com. Luke’s thoughts on their anniversary.
“Higher! Higher!” I looked up; pausing in the act of handing out paper plates to the people seated around the picnic table, when I heard the sound of the little girl’s excited squeals of delight.
An instant smile spread across my face and a chuckle rose up in my throat at the sight that greeted me. There was our little five-year-old granddaughter, Emma, swinging her legs eagerly forward and backward, trying to gain more momentum as Noah pushed her on the swing in our backyard… obviously not high enough or fast enough to suit the little girl.
“Higher, Grandpa!” she urged again, laughing as her long, curly dark hair flew freely back and forth in time with the movement of the swing.
I wished, not for the first time, that Grandma Emma could’ve seen her namesake just once… held the little bundle of joy that was her great-grandchild in her arms. But I knew that she was looking down on us all, along with Grandmother Lucinda and Mom and Dad… watching over us and keeping us safe.
“Higher?! Any higher and you'll be taking off. We'll be launching you into space!” Noah chuckled indulgently as he looked down at our precious granddaughter.
“Don't be silly, Grandpa! You need a rocket to go into space,” she corrected with a giggle. She was gonna be a clever one, was our granddaughter. She'd inherited Noah's analytical way of looking at things and it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if she turned out to be some kind of scientist!
My eyes traveled upward from that unruly mop of hair to lock eyes with the man pushing her; my husband.
Noah flashed me a wide bright smile; a smile that told me here was a man that was happy and content with his life… was exactly where he wanted to be.
A smile that was a million miles away from the nervous, unsure smile that I saw when we first met.
Sure, the first words we spoke in each other presence weren’t the most romantic of lines and it really wasn’t the best way to meet:
“What idiot turns off his cell phone on the first day of work?”
“This kind of idiot.”
It wasn’t the most endearing ‘how I met your father’ or ‘how I met your grandpa’ story. But it was our story and the beginning of our long life together. That made it special and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
As I found myself automatically smiling back at Noah’s infectious smile, I thought that I would do it all over again in the blink of those baby blues and at a flash of that gorgeous smile.
Well… I wouldn’t do everything all over again.
My smile faltered as I relived the painful memories of times when we were apart and of the times when things got tough.
I felt a little guilty when I noticed the corners of my husband's mouth turn down as he raised an eyebrow at me questioningly.
I blinked away the thoughts, shook my head slightly and smiled back at him… silently telling him not to worry; that everything was alright.
This was not a day to relive painful memories. This was a day to celebrate. It was a special day. Not only was it the anniversary of the day that Noah and I first met, it was also our 40th wedding anniversary. What better day for us to have chosen to vow to spend the rest of our lives together all those years ago, than the 5th anniversary of the day the handsome brunette walked into my life and turned it upside down?
Suddenly I wanted to be a whole lot closer to my husband.
After placing the paper plates onto the picnic table, I stepped over to in front of the swing and gradually slowed little Emma to a stop.
“Grandaddy?” She looked up at me questioningly, her face full of disappointment.
I smiled down at her. “Come on you two. It's time to eat!”
The little girl's face lit up as she scrambled off the swing and dashed over to the picnic table to sit in between our daughter, Jessica and our son-in-law, Simon… her parents.
Sidestepping the swing and standing next to Noah, I reached out and ran a palm down the bare skin of my husband’s forearm, from the sleeve of his T-shirt right down to his wrist. Although gone was the taut hard muscles of Noah in his prime, there was still a hint of firmness beneath the skin that sent a shiver down my spine at the touch.
“Hey there, husband,” he murmured, gently stroking the side of my face with his age worn fingertips before cupping my chin and lifting my head so he could look directly into my eyes.
And there was that smile again.
That smile could tell me so many things.
It greeted me with a ‘hello there’ every morning like clockwork. It spoke of fond indulgence when I had another one of my ‘ideas’. It sought hopeful reconciliation when we'd argued or fought over something stupid.
With a bite of the bottom lip, it told of undisguised passion and want, even after all these years.
It could ask me if everything was OK. And reassured me when I had doubt.
One of my most frighteningly vivid memories of our life together over the years was sitting anxiously waiting by Noah’s hospital bedside for the love of my life to wake following a heart by-pass. I honestly thought I was going to lose him for good that day, memories of a similar scene from years earlier had come flooding back to haunt me. I couldn't lose him… I just couldn't; I always thought that with my kidney problems I would be the one to go first.
When he had finally opened his eyes and I saw a glimpse of those baby blues, I could hardly speak; my heart was in my mouth. I must’ve looked a complete wreck and it was Noah who had reached out to me with a gentle brush of his fingertips and a slow burner of a smile. “It’s OK, Baby. I’m still here and I’m gonna be alright.”
And, finally, although there were a few more lines and wrinkles around those up-turned lips than when we first met, his smile told me each and everyday, without any words necessary, that he loved me.
“Hey there yourself,” I smiled up at him with delicious anticipation of what I knew would come next as I sensuously flicked my gaze down from his eyes to his mouth and back again.
My handsome husband didn't disappoint and I closed my eyes as I felt his lips touch mine.
And yeah! His kisses are pretty special too. The world around us seemed to disappear, leaving only me and him and the kiss. After all this time his touch and the feel of his lips on mine turned my insides to a quivering mass while hardening other parts of me.
“The old guys are kissing again!” came the over exaggerated sigh of mock despair that interrupted our lip lock.
We broke our kiss, momentarily resting our foreheads together before pulling back but still holding each other in a gentle embrace.
I looked over at the picnic table, giving our son, Jon, a mock withering stare. In his early twenties, he had yet still to find his place in life… seemingly not yet ready to settle down. And he had a mischievous streak in him that reminded me of myself at his age… I always seemed to be getting into some kinda trouble. But he was our son and we loved him no matter what… and we were prepared to support him however we could.
“Phhf! You’re just jealous because you’re not getting any at the moment!” I retorted, teasing him good-naturedly as he was in between girlfriends right now.
“Dad!” Jess covered her daughter’s ears.
The little girl looked between the adults. “Not getting any what?”
Noah stepped gallantly in. “Jon’s sad because he’s got nobody to kiss him.”
“I’ll kiss you, Uncle Jon,” she said with a wide smile when she thinks she understands what the adults are talking about.
Emma slipped off her seat and skipped over to lightly kiss her uncle on the cheek, making both her and the young man chuckle.
Noah and I still stood there, our arms wrapped around each other, as we watched our little family interact.
Our children had wanted to arrange a big party for our anniversary… with their uncles, aunts and cousins flying in. But we just wanted a low key affair with our close family. Jess and Jon finally agreed… but only with the promise that we would let them arrange our 50th anniversary celebrations.
I turned my head back to face Noah.
Noah… my husband, my lover, my best friend, my rock and my life. He means everything to me.
Unable to resist that smile beaming down at me, and feeling a spark of mischievousness building in my chest to tease our children a little more, I curled my fingers around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
I felt Noah’s smile turn into a smirk against my lips before he deepened the kiss; seems that I wasn’t the only one whose mischievous streak wasn’t quite dead and buried yet!
God, I love this man!
“Happy anniversary, Bubby,” I whispered against his lips as we broke for air, giving thanks that this wonderful man had walked into my life and my heart all those years ago… and had never really left.
“Same here!” he murmured back, with a ghost of a chuckle on his lips as he held me tight… fitting together perfectly; almost two halves of the same person.
The End
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Author: wheelie47
Rating: PG
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 1,639
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Luke and Noah celebrate an anniversary…
Written for the 1st June anniversary challenge on Nukefic.com. Luke’s thoughts on their anniversary.
“Higher! Higher!” I looked up; pausing in the act of handing out paper plates to the people seated around the picnic table, when I heard the sound of the little girl’s excited squeals of delight.
An instant smile spread across my face and a chuckle rose up in my throat at the sight that greeted me. There was our little five-year-old granddaughter, Emma, swinging her legs eagerly forward and backward, trying to gain more momentum as Noah pushed her on the swing in our backyard… obviously not high enough or fast enough to suit the little girl.
“Higher, Grandpa!” she urged again, laughing as her long, curly dark hair flew freely back and forth in time with the movement of the swing.
I wished, not for the first time, that Grandma Emma could’ve seen her namesake just once… held the little bundle of joy that was her great-grandchild in her arms. But I knew that she was looking down on us all, along with Grandmother Lucinda and Mom and Dad… watching over us and keeping us safe.
“Higher?! Any higher and you'll be taking off. We'll be launching you into space!” Noah chuckled indulgently as he looked down at our precious granddaughter.
“Don't be silly, Grandpa! You need a rocket to go into space,” she corrected with a giggle. She was gonna be a clever one, was our granddaughter. She'd inherited Noah's analytical way of looking at things and it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if she turned out to be some kind of scientist!
My eyes traveled upward from that unruly mop of hair to lock eyes with the man pushing her; my husband.
Noah flashed me a wide bright smile; a smile that told me here was a man that was happy and content with his life… was exactly where he wanted to be.
A smile that was a million miles away from the nervous, unsure smile that I saw when we first met.
Sure, the first words we spoke in each other presence weren’t the most romantic of lines and it really wasn’t the best way to meet:
“What idiot turns off his cell phone on the first day of work?”
“This kind of idiot.”
It wasn’t the most endearing ‘how I met your father’ or ‘how I met your grandpa’ story. But it was our story and the beginning of our long life together. That made it special and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
As I found myself automatically smiling back at Noah’s infectious smile, I thought that I would do it all over again in the blink of those baby blues and at a flash of that gorgeous smile.
Well… I wouldn’t do everything all over again.
My smile faltered as I relived the painful memories of times when we were apart and of the times when things got tough.
I felt a little guilty when I noticed the corners of my husband's mouth turn down as he raised an eyebrow at me questioningly.
I blinked away the thoughts, shook my head slightly and smiled back at him… silently telling him not to worry; that everything was alright.
This was not a day to relive painful memories. This was a day to celebrate. It was a special day. Not only was it the anniversary of the day that Noah and I first met, it was also our 40th wedding anniversary. What better day for us to have chosen to vow to spend the rest of our lives together all those years ago, than the 5th anniversary of the day the handsome brunette walked into my life and turned it upside down?
Suddenly I wanted to be a whole lot closer to my husband.
After placing the paper plates onto the picnic table, I stepped over to in front of the swing and gradually slowed little Emma to a stop.
“Grandaddy?” She looked up at me questioningly, her face full of disappointment.
I smiled down at her. “Come on you two. It's time to eat!”
The little girl's face lit up as she scrambled off the swing and dashed over to the picnic table to sit in between our daughter, Jessica and our son-in-law, Simon… her parents.
Sidestepping the swing and standing next to Noah, I reached out and ran a palm down the bare skin of my husband’s forearm, from the sleeve of his T-shirt right down to his wrist. Although gone was the taut hard muscles of Noah in his prime, there was still a hint of firmness beneath the skin that sent a shiver down my spine at the touch.
“Hey there, husband,” he murmured, gently stroking the side of my face with his age worn fingertips before cupping my chin and lifting my head so he could look directly into my eyes.
And there was that smile again.
That smile could tell me so many things.
It greeted me with a ‘hello there’ every morning like clockwork. It spoke of fond indulgence when I had another one of my ‘ideas’. It sought hopeful reconciliation when we'd argued or fought over something stupid.
With a bite of the bottom lip, it told of undisguised passion and want, even after all these years.
It could ask me if everything was OK. And reassured me when I had doubt.
One of my most frighteningly vivid memories of our life together over the years was sitting anxiously waiting by Noah’s hospital bedside for the love of my life to wake following a heart by-pass. I honestly thought I was going to lose him for good that day, memories of a similar scene from years earlier had come flooding back to haunt me. I couldn't lose him… I just couldn't; I always thought that with my kidney problems I would be the one to go first.
When he had finally opened his eyes and I saw a glimpse of those baby blues, I could hardly speak; my heart was in my mouth. I must’ve looked a complete wreck and it was Noah who had reached out to me with a gentle brush of his fingertips and a slow burner of a smile. “It’s OK, Baby. I’m still here and I’m gonna be alright.”
And, finally, although there were a few more lines and wrinkles around those up-turned lips than when we first met, his smile told me each and everyday, without any words necessary, that he loved me.
“Hey there yourself,” I smiled up at him with delicious anticipation of what I knew would come next as I sensuously flicked my gaze down from his eyes to his mouth and back again.
My handsome husband didn't disappoint and I closed my eyes as I felt his lips touch mine.
And yeah! His kisses are pretty special too. The world around us seemed to disappear, leaving only me and him and the kiss. After all this time his touch and the feel of his lips on mine turned my insides to a quivering mass while hardening other parts of me.
“The old guys are kissing again!” came the over exaggerated sigh of mock despair that interrupted our lip lock.
We broke our kiss, momentarily resting our foreheads together before pulling back but still holding each other in a gentle embrace.
I looked over at the picnic table, giving our son, Jon, a mock withering stare. In his early twenties, he had yet still to find his place in life… seemingly not yet ready to settle down. And he had a mischievous streak in him that reminded me of myself at his age… I always seemed to be getting into some kinda trouble. But he was our son and we loved him no matter what… and we were prepared to support him however we could.
“Phhf! You’re just jealous because you’re not getting any at the moment!” I retorted, teasing him good-naturedly as he was in between girlfriends right now.
“Dad!” Jess covered her daughter’s ears.
The little girl looked between the adults. “Not getting any what?”
Noah stepped gallantly in. “Jon’s sad because he’s got nobody to kiss him.”
“I’ll kiss you, Uncle Jon,” she said with a wide smile when she thinks she understands what the adults are talking about.
Emma slipped off her seat and skipped over to lightly kiss her uncle on the cheek, making both her and the young man chuckle.
Noah and I still stood there, our arms wrapped around each other, as we watched our little family interact.
Our children had wanted to arrange a big party for our anniversary… with their uncles, aunts and cousins flying in. But we just wanted a low key affair with our close family. Jess and Jon finally agreed… but only with the promise that we would let them arrange our 50th anniversary celebrations.
I turned my head back to face Noah.
Noah… my husband, my lover, my best friend, my rock and my life. He means everything to me.
Unable to resist that smile beaming down at me, and feeling a spark of mischievousness building in my chest to tease our children a little more, I curled my fingers around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
I felt Noah’s smile turn into a smirk against my lips before he deepened the kiss; seems that I wasn’t the only one whose mischievous streak wasn’t quite dead and buried yet!
God, I love this man!
“Happy anniversary, Bubby,” I whispered against his lips as we broke for air, giving thanks that this wonderful man had walked into my life and my heart all those years ago… and had never really left.
“Same here!” he murmured back, with a ghost of a chuckle on his lips as he held me tight… fitting together perfectly; almost two halves of the same person.
The End
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