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He'll Hope |
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He’ll Hope
Author: Maeve
Disclaimer: TWW belongs to AS, JW, WB and NBC.
Spoilers: The last scene is the one from 25, after Toby tells them the twins were born.
AN: Sigh…I’m terrible.
********************************************************************************************************* He’ll watch her smile years later, her arms tumbled and wrapped around his daughter. He can smell the fine horsehair and the itchy hay. He can just barely see the Manchester sunset as she tickles and giggles his Molly into amused oblivion. He watches the way her hair tumbles from her shoulders to wash against his daughter’s auburn waves and curls. Their smiles match, in movement and warmth. He can just feel the way her chest sings when Molly rings out a giggling ‘mamma’. The child relaxing against her chest as they murmur in words and laughter. They’ll sit in the freshly mowed grass, laughing loudly as Huck toddles his way through the lawn, dumping the strewn Manchester hay over their laughing heads. He can feel the way her fingers rub the girl’s tugged overalls. He can see the way her slender fingers stroke into the girl’s hair, stroking back the tresses to refit a stray barrette. He knows he’ll move into their circle, lugging a laughing Huck into his arms, settling him in his lap as they hit the grass. She’ll murmur his name as her chin presses lovingly into his daughter’s hair, bold blue eyes matching his in love. “Toby.” ***************************************************************************************** “Toby?” He pauses in his office, watching her hover at his door. Her voice carries his name so softly, carefully almost. He watches as her hand presses from her stomach against her chest and he aches to feel her long arms around him. He only waves it off, because he knows she’ll have him in tears. He doesn’t know whether he’d cry because they’re his forever, or if it’s because they’re not hers at all. He aches for her to be their mother. His eyes follow her legs as she moves out of the bullpen, out of his presence, and out of his daydream. He can almost smell the haystacks of his hopes. Click Toby and CJ to send feedback:
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