Faith (Team Schmoop)
Title: Two Faiths?
Author: jestana
Pairing/Characters: Megan Reeves, Larry Fleinhardt; Larry/Megan
Rating/Category: G/Gen
Word Count: 712
Spoilers: None, really.
Summary: Larry and Megan's son has questions about the holiday season
Warnings: AU only in the respect that Larry and Megan definitely stayed together.
Challenge: Faith for Team Schmoop
Beta: umbralillium.
Poll: Here
Two Faiths?
"Mommy, can I ask you a question?" Isaac Fleinhardt poked his head around the door of his mother's office.
Megan finished typing a word on her computer and looked at her six-year-old son. "Sure, Isaac."
"Why do we celebrate Christmas and Hanukkah?" He walked over and leaned against her chair, holding the stuffed stegosaurus David had given him for his last birthday.
Gently turning her chair, Megan leaned over and lifted Isaac onto her lap. "We celebrate both of them because Daddy is Jewish and Mommy is Christian."
"Why, though?" Isaac's blue-gray eyes were bright with curiosity. "What does it mean to be those? Teacher was confused when I told her we celebrate both."
She hid an amused smile, kissing Isaac's sandy blond curls. He's just like his father. Already questioning everything... "I'm not sure I can explain in a way that will make sense."
"Try?" He tilted his head to look up at her, pleading.
After a moment of thought, Megan explained, "Well, the major difference between Jews and Christians is that Christians believe Jesus is the Messiah while Jews believe they're still waiting for the Messiah."
"What's a Messiah?" The question was asked with great solemnity and serious.
Megan shook her head. "That is something that will have to wait until you're older."
"I want to know now!" Isaac's lower lip quivered, a hint that he was about to pout.
She wasn't a former FBI agent for nothing, though. Megan gave her son a stern look. "If you pout, you won't get any presents tomorrow and you'll have to sit and watch Cassie open all of hers. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mommy." The lower lip stopped quivering and Isaac slid down from her lap.
Megan hugged him gently. "Go find Daddy and tell him I'm just about finished here."
"Otay!" Grinning, Isaac hugged his mother and dashed out of the room.
She smiled and saved the document she'd been working on. Closing the application, she turned off her computer. It wouldn't be turned on again until the day after Christmas. Standing up, she turned to leave her office, only to find her husband standing in the doorway, Cassiopeia in his arms. "Hi, Larry. Hi, Cassie."
"Mommy!" Cassiopeia held out her arms to Megan. Smiling, she eased her daughter into her arms, and then leaned over to give her husband a kiss. "Yuck!"
Laughing softly, they left the office to find Isaac ensconced on the couch in the family room, clutching a storybook. "Are we going to read the poem?"
"Yes, Isaac, we are." Larry sat down beside his son, stroking his hair softly. Megan sat down on the other side of Isaac, shifting Cassiopeia to sit on her lap. Opening the book, Larry began to read, "'Twas the night before Christmas..."
* * *
Later, once their children had been put in bed, Megan and Larry sat in front of their tree, watching the lights twinkle. Her voice soft, she commented, "I hadn't realized how quickly Isaac was growing up."
"Why do you say that?" Larry asked gently, combing her fingers through her hair.
She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. "He asked me why we celebrate both Christmas and Hanukkah earlier."
"I was his age when I asked my parents if we could celebrate Christmas like all the other families in our neighborhood," Larry observed with a quiet smile.
Megan laughed softly. "Oh, I bet they loved that."
"My mother only said that we weren't like the other families and I should be happy." She could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Father always gave us big, expensive gifts for Christmas," she murmured after a long moment of silence. "I think he was trying to apologize for virtually ignoring us the rest of the year."
Larry kissed the top of her head. "I take it you didn't appreciate that."
"I'd rather have the stuffed star you're giving Cassie than the most expensive, most life-like doll that can be found in toy stores," Megan answered simply, nestling closer to her husband, "because you took the time to make it for her."
He nodded, resting his cheek against Megan's hair. "I understand."
"I love you, Larry Fleinhardt."
"I love you, too, Megan Reeves-Fleinhardt."
"Happy Hanukkah."
"Merry Christmas."
End
Author: jestana
Pairing/Characters: Megan Reeves, Larry Fleinhardt; Larry/Megan
Rating/Category: G/Gen
Word Count: 712
Spoilers: None, really.
Summary: Larry and Megan's son has questions about the holiday season
Warnings: AU only in the respect that Larry and Megan definitely stayed together.
Challenge: Faith for Team Schmoop
Beta: umbralillium.
Poll: Here
Two Faiths?
"Mommy, can I ask you a question?" Isaac Fleinhardt poked his head around the door of his mother's office.
Megan finished typing a word on her computer and looked at her six-year-old son. "Sure, Isaac."
"Why do we celebrate Christmas and Hanukkah?" He walked over and leaned against her chair, holding the stuffed stegosaurus David had given him for his last birthday.
Gently turning her chair, Megan leaned over and lifted Isaac onto her lap. "We celebrate both of them because Daddy is Jewish and Mommy is Christian."
"Why, though?" Isaac's blue-gray eyes were bright with curiosity. "What does it mean to be those? Teacher was confused when I told her we celebrate both."
She hid an amused smile, kissing Isaac's sandy blond curls. He's just like his father. Already questioning everything... "I'm not sure I can explain in a way that will make sense."
"Try?" He tilted his head to look up at her, pleading.
After a moment of thought, Megan explained, "Well, the major difference between Jews and Christians is that Christians believe Jesus is the Messiah while Jews believe they're still waiting for the Messiah."
"What's a Messiah?" The question was asked with great solemnity and serious.
Megan shook her head. "That is something that will have to wait until you're older."
"I want to know now!" Isaac's lower lip quivered, a hint that he was about to pout.
She wasn't a former FBI agent for nothing, though. Megan gave her son a stern look. "If you pout, you won't get any presents tomorrow and you'll have to sit and watch Cassie open all of hers. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mommy." The lower lip stopped quivering and Isaac slid down from her lap.
Megan hugged him gently. "Go find Daddy and tell him I'm just about finished here."
"Otay!" Grinning, Isaac hugged his mother and dashed out of the room.
She smiled and saved the document she'd been working on. Closing the application, she turned off her computer. It wouldn't be turned on again until the day after Christmas. Standing up, she turned to leave her office, only to find her husband standing in the doorway, Cassiopeia in his arms. "Hi, Larry. Hi, Cassie."
"Mommy!" Cassiopeia held out her arms to Megan. Smiling, she eased her daughter into her arms, and then leaned over to give her husband a kiss. "Yuck!"
Laughing softly, they left the office to find Isaac ensconced on the couch in the family room, clutching a storybook. "Are we going to read the poem?"
"Yes, Isaac, we are." Larry sat down beside his son, stroking his hair softly. Megan sat down on the other side of Isaac, shifting Cassiopeia to sit on her lap. Opening the book, Larry began to read, "'Twas the night before Christmas..."
* * *
Later, once their children had been put in bed, Megan and Larry sat in front of their tree, watching the lights twinkle. Her voice soft, she commented, "I hadn't realized how quickly Isaac was growing up."
"Why do you say that?" Larry asked gently, combing her fingers through her hair.
She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. "He asked me why we celebrate both Christmas and Hanukkah earlier."
"I was his age when I asked my parents if we could celebrate Christmas like all the other families in our neighborhood," Larry observed with a quiet smile.
Megan laughed softly. "Oh, I bet they loved that."
"My mother only said that we weren't like the other families and I should be happy." She could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Father always gave us big, expensive gifts for Christmas," she murmured after a long moment of silence. "I think he was trying to apologize for virtually ignoring us the rest of the year."
Larry kissed the top of her head. "I take it you didn't appreciate that."
"I'd rather have the stuffed star you're giving Cassie than the most expensive, most life-like doll that can be found in toy stores," Megan answered simply, nestling closer to her husband, "because you took the time to make it for her."
He nodded, resting his cheek against Megan's hair. "I understand."
"I love you, Larry Fleinhardt."
"I love you, too, Megan Reeves-Fleinhardt."
"Happy Hanukkah."
"Merry Christmas."
End