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Post by RACHEL BERRY on Aug 20, 2011 21:30:19 GMT -6
The annoying beeping of the alarm on my side table woke me up, screaming at me to get out of bed and get ready for the day. Groaning, I slam my palm against the top of the clock; once, twice, until the beeping stops and the room is silent again. Letting out a deep breath, I roll over, letting my arms find the warm body of my wife, but more or less having them fall in the empty space that she was supposed to be. Opening my eyes, I lean on one of the arms searching the room for her, “Ray…? Starshine…?” my pet name for my wife gently wafted through the room but there was no answer. Collapsing back on the bed, I had to decide whether or not I was actually going to get up or not. To be completely honest, I did sleep very well, seeing as my son didn’t wake me up. Having a baby was everything I thought it would be, especially one with Rachel. Though he was still tiny, and couldn’t speak – something about the way he smiled and cooed. Mason was my pride and joy, even if he took all the sleep from my life. He was worth it.
Pulling myself out of the warm bed, I called out for my wife again, thinking that she might have been cooking, something she liked doing in the morning if she woke up early enough. “Starshine….?” Stepping through the threshold, a look of complete shock covered my face – I could feel it. Rachel wasn’t cooking, she was laying on the couch, her head in a halo of curled hair that traced her face and fell lightly off the couch. Following her body, the silk night gown covering her chest I saw my son. Mason had his tiny head rested against her bosom, while the rest of his little frame was covered by the baby blanket that Shelby got for him when he was born. Something about that blanket made not only Rachel, but mason smile, so there was no way that the blanket was ever getting trashed.
As her chest slowly rose and fell, the little boys peaceful face snuggled closer to his mother. My heart melted. There wasn’t anything I could do but stop and stare at the beauty of the two things that I loved in my life completely happy and content in each other’s arms. Rachel must have stayed up all night making sure that he didn’t wake me up – but Rachel had a way with the boy – her voice soothed him. It was pure magic watching the two of them together, and now was a moment that he couldn’t help but need to mentally capture forever.
Grabbing Rachel’s camera off of the Television stand, he made sure that the flash wasn’t too bright and then snapped pictures, making sure that each completely caught the essence and beauty of mother and son. Once I made sure that each captured picture took in the light from the New York morning, and the happiness of a bonding family, I put the camera back up and stood, looking at them for just a moment longer before walking over to the couch and squatting down, making sure not to wake either of them. They just looked so peacefull. Running my hand through Rachel’s pretty brown hair, I kissed each of her cheeks before letting my hand trace its way down her arm to mason. Stroking his soft pale cheek with the inner-side of my thumb, a smile locked on my lips. It was hard to believe that he was all mine, and always would be mine: That they both were mine. Kissing his forehead I walked into the kitchen, leaving the two slumbering beauties to rest while I wrote them a note – leaving it on the table in front of Rachel before showering, dressing, and leaving.
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I woke up to a small whimpering coming from just above me. Not only was I confused, but I didn’t quite understand why the noise was above me. My own eyes fluttering open, I caught a glimpse of moving mass on my chest before realizing that it was my son mason. Letting my hand rub his back in little, gentle circles, I waited until the little boy stopped whining, a sign that he had gone back to sleep. Smiling, looking at the soft tufts of hair on his head, I ruffled them a bit before looking to the table, my eye catching the note – Jesse’s writing scrawled on the front.
Reaching with all my might, I grabbed the note without shifting my position and read it to myself, as not to wake Mason. In between the page was a picture that fell to the floor, ignoring it, I made sure that I read the note before picking up the pictue.
“ starshine…. You looked too tired for me to actually
Wake you. I believe that your fans will understand
That you had other important things that you
Needed to get to, and instead of going to sign
Autographs you stayed home and got the sleep that
You deserve. I love you, and mason.
Jesse.
Ps, I give you a nine for the dramatic pose. “
A small giggle fell from my lips and I looked at the picture, it was myself and mason, sleeping, it was something that everyone would pray to have – a moment like that. Setting both of the items on the table, I rubbed masons back and took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Maybe I did need some more sleep – just a bit more. And before I knew it, I fell into the dream like state I had been before, my son in my arms, and my husband in my dreams.
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Post by BLAINE ANDERSON on Aug 21, 2011 8:19:11 GMT -6
Awww! The tone of that is just so gentle and sweet! St. Berry really would be such a cute couple, with cute, probably very pampered children. And the slightly snarky PS from Jesse was very in-character and made me giggle out loud.
I love the fact that they're older and more mature, but definitely the same characters. 
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Post by RACHEL BERRY on Aug 21, 2011 8:25:16 GMT -6
(: awwww, thank you! i had been attacked by my mind for the last three days to either roleplay that or write it out, and finaly gave into my minds demands and wrote what was needed. Im just glad everyone sees that YES jesse can be sweet AND snarky at the same time.
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