Rating: PG
Original Date of Completion: July 2003
Disclaimer: Don't own a one of them, wish I did. This is all fiction, conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. That means this is fake, and you can't sue me.
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July 2005
Laying in bed, curled up against Steve’s strong frame, Curtis glanced over at the bedside table, smiling as he saw the clock on it. It read 8:59 in a faint blue glow, signaling only moments before it sprang to life, playing the sounds of talk radio as it pulled Steve awake. Curtis always awoke minutes before, waiting in silence for the radio and Steve to join him. It was a routine that had started three years ago, and spare for a few days, had gone off without fail ever since. The only thing that changed was the topic on the radio, though more often than not it centered on Curtis and his teammates. This summer that was especially true. Not only because they had brought another Stanley Cup to Hockeytown, but because Steve and Curtis had announced their retirements the day after the hometown parade.
“I’ve accomplished everything I ever wanted to accomplish,” Curtis’s own voice sounded over the clock speakers, filled with emotion. “That’s why I can walk away at this point with my head held high, knowing I left everything I had on the ice.”
His own voice faded to that of the station crew, but he was distracted quickly from their inane babbling by two soft lips on his temple. He smiled at the contact, murmuring a soft “Morning” before he pushed himself from his laying position. Steve smiled up at him sleepily, yawning before he reached up, and pulled Curtis down against him.
“Still standing by that statement?” Steve asked quietly, pressing his lips to Curtis’s forehead.
Curtis nodded a bit, shifting closer to hug an arm around Steve’s waist. He leaned up just enough to kiss him, smiling against his lips as he spoke. “Absolutely, 100%. It’s time to start a new chapter.”
Steve smiled and nodded. “For us all.”
* * *
The sunlight from another bright San Jose day slipped through the blinds, and poured obnoxiously over Alyn’s face. He groaned at the obtrusive light, rolling onto his side away from it to the sound of laughter from across the room. With one eye opened, he glanced in the direction of the noise, grinning faintly when he saw Scott standing in their bathroom door way.
“Mornin’,” He mumbled, yawning as he sat up. “You’re up early,”
Scott smiled, shrugging as he walked back over to the bed. With a gentle push, he nudged Alyn onto his back, then laid down beside him. The two shared a brief kiss, before Scott pulled back to lay his head on Alyn’s shoulder. Alyn’s arms slipped around him in a familiar habit, hugging him closer with a contented sigh. For the better part of three years, this had been their mornings. They awoke each day with the San Jose sun, and spent the early hours enjoying it together from the comfort of their own bed. The first time it had happened was the first time Alyn could remember waking up in the morning happy. That only increased as time went on.
“Had to call for breakfast,” Scott finally spoke. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us,”
Alyn paused, searching his still sleepy mind for the briefest of moments for the big day of which Scott spoke. It occurred to him quickly, the realization setting in with a grin. His arms tightened around Scott, and he placed a soft kiss to his forehead before he spoke. “Good idea. Not every day you have to plan your wedding.”
* * *
A warm Connecticut breeze blew through the window, sending curtains ruffling, and brushing soft brown hair across her face. Trish giggled from that feeling, pushing the hair from her face as she sat up. Stephanie smiled up at her sleepily, murmuring a “sorry” as she brushed her hair aside. Trish shook her head, leaning down to kiss her gently.
“No reason to be,” She whispered against her lips. “It’s a good reminder I’m laying here with you,”
Stephanie laughed faintly, smiling as she extended an arm up, an invitation Trish gladly accepted. She melted back against her side, hugging an arm carefully around her. She rested her head on her shoulder, placing a kiss to her cheek, smiling against it when she heard a soft murmur. She had learned over the past three years all the noises that Stephanie made, and that wasn’t one of them. But it was a noise that never failed to make her smile each time she heard it, which for the past three days had been every morning, most before they woke up. She had loved it more every time.
“It’s morning now,” She sighed contentedly, sitting up again. “I can move.”
Stephanie smiled and nodded, shifting just slightly on the bed as Trish crawled over her. Carefully, Trish laid back down beside her, farther away this time than before. But distance wasn’t by choice on this side, it was out of necessity. Because on this side, now sandwiched between them, lay their son, adopted only days before. Trish had learned quickly that the soft murmurs meant he was awake, and each morning since she had greeted him just like this, adding a kiss atop his head.
“Good morning, Curtis.”
THE END
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