More Than Paper
Notes: Originally posted to my LJ as a present to whomever gifted me with two months of LJ time.
As Pete pulled his Mazda into the garage, he patted the breast pocket of his
suit jacket. He had a moment of panic, thinking that he'd left the envelope on
his desk, but the reassuring crinkle of paper met his ears. He turned off the
ignition and slid out of the driver's seat with his briefcase in hand. A quick
foray into the backseat to retrieve the bouquet of gardenias and irises, and he
walked into the house.
Pete inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of lasagna and garlic bread. He
strolled into the kitchen with a smile, expecting to see Lana there, but the
room was vacant. He retrieved a vase for the flowers from a cabinet and ran
water in it. When he'd placed the arrangement on the table and there was still
no sign of his wife, he called out, "Lana, I'm home!"
Her voice echoed down the stairs to him. "I'll be down in a minute!"
Pete loosened his tie and leaned against the breakfast bar. Retrieving the
envelope from his pocket, he slapped it against his palm. Paper signified a
first wedding anniversary, and it had taken Pete a while to come up with
something fitting. He grinned at the idea of Lana's reaction to the gift -- a
week rental of a cabin in the Poconos. Just the two of them with no fax
machines, no cell phones, and no demands from Lex regarding the campaign. That
was the real gift, truth be told, and it had been far harder to arrange the time
off than to find the perfect getaway spot.
"Penny for your thoughts."
Pete looked up, the welcoming smile dropping into a look of awe as he took in
the sight of his wife in the doorway. Her hair was piled loosely on top of her
head with tendrils hanging down to frame her face. The shimmering peach sheath
dress enhanced the honey gold of her skin, and Pete wondered for the thousand
and first time how he'd ever been so lucky that she'd fallen in love with him.
"Thoughts? I'm not sure that I'm capable of them right now." He
crossed over to her, sliding his hands possessively around the curves of her
hips. "You look gorgeous."
Lana flushed with pleasure, raising her hands to his shoulders.
"Flatterer." She met his lips with gentle, sure pressure, and as the
kiss deepened, her fingers kneaded his shoulders. Pete sank into her, reveling
in the comfort and soul deep connection he always felt in Lana's arms. They say
friends make the best lovers, and the two of them were living proof of that.
The timer on the stove buzzed insistently, and they reluctantly pulled away from
each other. With an efficiency born of familiarity, they had the table set and
food dished up in a matter of minutes. During the meal, Pete relayed the latest
machinations of Lex's opponent in the Senatorial campaign, and Lana provided
insight from a press agent perspective that Pete believed would be invaluable to
their response. Lana still refused to work officially on Lex's campaign, though
Pete and Lex both had tried to convince her to change her mind. The response was
always the same -- "Call me when he's running for President and I'll be
there."
Pete didn't know if she said that because she believed it wouldn't come to that,
or because she knew it would.
While they sipped iced tea after dinner, Pete handed over the envelope.
"Happy anniversary, baby."
It took quite a lot of convincing to make Lana accept that Lex really would
leave them alone for a whole week. Once she believed it, she threw herself into
Pete's arms. Sitting on his lap in the kitchen chair, she kissed him and gave
little squeaks of pleasure that made all the wrangling with Lex to accomplish
the trip completely worthwhile.
After the mini celebration which left Pete anxious to get up to the bedroom,
Lana stood up and retrieved a wrapped package. She returned to her previous
position on his lap and handed him the present. Pete could feel her quivering
and wondered what could make her anxious so suddenly. "Come on! Open
it!"
Lana bit into her lip, and Pete decided that the questions could wait. He ripped
off the paper and looked down at the book in his hands. He couldn't tell if Lana
was still shaking or if the motion was now coming from him. "The Big Book
of Baby Names."
"Yeah. I figured we could go through it tonight."
Pete set the book on the table and cupped Lana's face in his hands. "Lana?
You're...?"
She nodded with jerky motions, tears making her eyes shine in the light.
"I'm pregnant, Pete." Lana gave a choked little laugh, one tear
escaping to roll down her cheek. "We're having a baby."
"Oh, God..." Pete couldn't think of anything else to say -- no words
could express the joy he was feeling. He kissed Lana fervently, and he
definitely knew then that his hands were shaking. The words flooded back in a
rush, and he pulled back. "When?"
Lana smiled, glistening all over with happiness. "September." She
placed his hand on her still flat belly and held it there. "So... you think
we're ready for this?"
Pete glanced from his hand back up to Lana's face. "More than ready."
He kissed her softly this time, the reverence and awe he felt flowing through
him. "I love you, Lana."
"I love you too, Pete. Happy anniversary."
-- End --