From: skypilot_dlm@yahoo.com   
      
   In The Park   
   By: skypilot_dlm   
   Rating: Not Rated   
   Category: DRR fluff   
   Spoilers: None   
   Summary: Observations in the park    
   Disclaimer: I don't own them, oh but if I did!   
   Archive: Gossamer, XFMU, Ephemeral, anywhere else just let me know.   
      
      
   It's a beautiful June day, the sun is shining, and there is isn't a    
   cloud in the sky. It's the kind of day you want to last forever. The    
   birds are singing, and I can smell the sweet fragrance of the flowers    
   in the air. I love days like this.    
      
   It's on days like this I find my inspiration. I come to the park and    
   let the sights, sounds and smells slowly melt away my writer's block.    
   I love to watch the people that come here, and on a day like today    
   there are a lot to choose from. I scan the park and see lovers,    
   families, kids playing, even the lonely come to the park on days like    
   this. One pair in particular catches my attention.   
      
   She's wearing an off white linen dress, and is the personification of    
   summer as she walks barefoot in the grass. He's carrying her shoes in    
   one hand, while his other is linked with hers. As they walk I notice    
   what an attractive couple they are. They're both brunettes. Her hair    
   is darker than his, but in the shining sun her auburn highlights    
   glow. As they pass, she turns and smiles at me.   
      
   Instantly I'm besotted by her, she's beautiful. Her eyes are the most    
   beautiful hazel eyes I've seen, and they light up whenever she looks    
   at her guy. He's a lucky man. I glance over at them again I notice    
   that she's pretty tall for a woman, only a few inches shorter than he    
   is. He's a good looking fella; I'm not in the habit of checking out    
   other guys, but I can admit when another guy is handsome. He seems to    
   be a man's man, a rough and tumble type of guy. He looks like he    
   might be a cop.    
      
   His eyes are blue, even from where I'm sitting; I can see that, and    
   like hers, they light up when he looks at her. He's older than she    
   is, eight, maybe even ten years older. I wonder where they met.    
      
   He leans in and whispers in her ear. She smiles widely at him, and I    
   can hear her lilting laugh float through the air. A warm breeze    
   ruffles her hair, and he gently tucks it back behind her ear. He    
   leans in and gently kisses her. She parts from him smiling.   
      
   "Come on." I hear her tell him as she pulls him to a spot underneath    
   the towering willow beside me.    
      
   As they sit, I jot down a few notes in my ever ready journal. I    
   decide that they'll be my inspiration today. In the five minutes I've    
   been watching them; I see potential for a great love story.   
       
   She sits with her back against his chest, and her long legs stretched    
   out in front of her. They're in their own little world; he rubs her    
   swollen belly in a protective caress as he kisses her neck. The scene    
   is so drenched in love; I scribble a few more notes. My bench isn't    
   far from the spot they chose, so listen in on their conversation.    
      
   "I still say she's a girl," she teases him playfully.    
      
   "How do you figure?" he asks as he kisses her neck again. His voice    
   is deep and raspy with a hint of a New York accent    
      
   "I just know," she says and angles her body to look at him.    
      
   She smiles beautifully at him again. She must be able to get him to    
   do anything when she smiles at him like that. He moves out from    
   behind her, and sits beside her. He places an arm around her, and    
   pulls her close. He gives her another loving kiss.    
      
   They part, and she rests her head on his shoulder, his hand    
   automatically goes to her stomach. She plays footsie with him. I    
   smile at this; I haven't seen footsie since high school.    
      
   "Take off your shoes, John," she tells him.    
      
   "Monica..." He doesn't want to, I bet she smiles at him, and he    
   caves. I watch her intently, now.    
      
   "It's summer and I want you to relax... please?" she says, and bam...    
   there it is, that beautiful smile.    
      
   "Okay," he says reluctantly.    
      
   I knew it, women that beautiful only have to smile, and men bend to    
   their will. Hell, I'm ready to take off my own shoes. When his feet    
   are bare, she resumes her game of footsie.    
      
   My magic couple sits under the tree awhile cuddling and then I hear    
   her- Monica gasp.   
      
   "What's wrong?" he asks. He sounds a little worried.    
      
   She smiles and takes his hand and places it on her belly. "She    
   moved," she whispers.   
      
   They wait a little bit for their baby to move again. I'm shamelessly    
   staring as I wait with them. A smile crosses over his face, I take it    
   the baby moved again.    
      
   "She's in there alright," he says with a laugh.    
      
   "Yeah, no kidding," she says and turns into him. "Can you do me a    
   favor?" she asks him as she trails her finger from his lips, down to    
   his chin, along his neck, to his chest. Man, she's good.    
      
   "What's that?" he asks, his voice is hoarser than what I've heard.    
      
   "Can you get me a Starbucks frapuccino thingy?"     
      
   He leans down and presses his ear to her stomach and her fingers toy    
   with his hair. He comes back up to eye level after a brief    
   moment. "Baby wants ice cream," he says with a smile.    
      
   "Yes, but mommy wants Starbucks," she says and he just stares at her    
   with the slightest smile. I've seen that look on a man's face before.    
      
   My best friend had it just before he married his wife. That look    
   says, 'I'm so in love with you I can't even remember my own name'.    
      
   "Okay, I'll be back."    
      
   She watches as he puts his socks and sneakers back on. She's rapt    
   with his every movement. It's obvious she feels the same about him.    
   He stands, and leans over and gives her quick kiss.    
      
   "I'll be right back. Wait for me," he whispers to her.    
      
   "I'll be right here," she says and watches as he goes to the    
   Starbucks across the street.    
      
   I watch as she leans back against the tree sitting Indian style,    
   smiling happily to herself, and rubbing her belly. She looks over at    
   me and catches me watching her. I quickly look down at my journal and    
   scribble something about being more discreet. I look back up,    
   expecting to see her scanning the park; instead, she's still looking    
   over at me, she flashes me one of her incredible smiles. I feel my    
   skin flush, and I avert my gaze again. If she wasn't eight months    
   pregnant, I'm sure she'd get up and call me on why I'm staring at    
   her. I keep my head down until I hear his voice again. I look up at    
   them and she's as happy as kid on Christmas.    
      
   "Thanks John," she says happily and reaches up for the frosty drink.    
   I see the glint of her ring in the sunlight and wonder how long    
   they've been married; she can't be any older than her early thirties.   
      
   He takes his place beside her. She watches as he enjoys his ice cream    
   cone.   
       
   "What?" he asks and she eyes him curiously.   
       
   "Can I have some?" she asks sheepishly.    
      
   He turns to her, and I can't see his face, but I can hear the    
   laughter in his voice. "Mon, ya wanted Starbucks, so I got ya    
   Starbucks. Now ya want to deprive me of my ice cream?" He shakes his    
      
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