SkyGirl5
Cadet
Hey guys...
jeez we got a brand new board here.. or rather an updated board. Not quite sure how to use all this stuff but i guess i'll figure it out soon enough :lol:
anyway, new fic as promised. I will be updating daily as usual except for tomorrow (Thursday). The next update for this fic will be Friday morning, but after that it will be daily barring any internet/computer issues, of course.
Title: For Better or Worse
Genre: s/v au family angst
Summary: Marriage is not always perfect and Sydney and Michael Vaughn know that better than anybody. Years of perfection in their marriage are followed by a few consecutive speed bumps that will challenge their desire to be together, but, in the end, they might just become closer than ever before. [24 Chapters]
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Chapter 1 (below) Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15
Chapter 16 - 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 + Epilogue
Chapter 1
“Mommy?” seven-year-old Henry questioned in a sleepy voice. Rubbing his eyes with his fists, he shuffled further into his parent’s bedroom. At two fifty-five am, sounds of deep breathing from both of the bed’s occupants could be heard. Henry shuffled his way around to the side of the bed furthest from the entry way before stopping right beside the mattress edge. “Mommy?” he said a bit louder that time. “Mommy I wet the bed.” He hugged himself tightly and rocked back onto his heels as he waited for a response.
Sounds of groans and the bed squeaking filled the room as the parents stirred to their son’s needs. While his mother grumbled incoherently, Henry’s father, Michael, slowly sat up in bed. “C’mere buddy; I got it,” he said. Yawning, he reached out for his son’s hand, grasped it, and led the way to the bathroom down the hall. He rid Henry of his dirty pajamas before crossing the hall into Henry’s room to find clean ones. Once Henry was changing, Michael stripped the bed sheets before taking the whole bundle downstairs and dumping it into the washing machine.
By the time Michael arrived back upstairs, Henry was already laying down in his auxiliary bed right beside his regular, sheetless one. Michael tossed a blanket over him and kissed his head before returning to his own room to attempt to fall back asleep. This was a routine that, unfortunately, he was very familiar with.
The Vaughn family consisting of Michael, his wife, Sydney, and of course their son, had perhaps only a handful of full nights sleep in the previous two and a half months, ever since Henry began wetting the bed after years of being accident free. Neither Sydney nor Michael knew the cause of their son’s troubles; frankly, they were too exhausted to think about it. All they knew was that any attempt they had made to remedy the situation had failed, and they were all quickly becoming very discouraged, most of all Henry.
It all started one warm summer night completely out of the blue. Henry shuffled his way into his parents’ room like he always did and told them what happened. They were not angry at all, figuring it was a fluke incident; Henry was just over tired from their long trip to the zoo. That’s what they thought, of course, until it happened the next night, and the next, and the next.
Both parents researched the situation at length on the internet. They tried various remedies including making sure Henry drank very little in the hours before going to sleep. As long as they restricted his liquids, Henry usually made it through the night alright. However, that brought upon other problems including tantrums when he wanted a drink and neither parent would appease his request.
Nearly three months later, sleep deprived and worn out, Sydney and Michael were nearing the end of their rope. With school staring up once more, they hoped the problem would go away, but no change occurred at all. If anything, it became worse. Henry was afraid his friends would find out about his problem so he dreaded going to school. That, of course, became another battle the two parents had to face and with both of them working full time they were wearing very thin very quickly.
As usual, when the alarm clock beside his bed began ringing at six am on the dot, Michael felt as though his head had just hit the pillow only moments earlier. He smacked it off, but did not move otherwise for a moment, wishing time could reverse. Finally he sat up, knowing he would be late if he waited any longer.
When he emerged from the shower, towel wrapped snugly around his waist, Michael found his wife brushing her teeth, looking even sleeper than he felt. He managed to kiss her forehead rather sloppily and she grunted at him, acknowledging his lack-luster good morning. Michael gave her a half smile via his reflection in the mirror before disappearing into his closet to find something to wear.
The husband and wife duo made their way through the getting ready process with ease; it was a routine they had perfected during their twelve years of marriage, all but one of which they were getting ready at the exact same time. By six forty-five they were both completely ready and downstairs in their kitchen, gulping down caffeinated coffee as quickly as the hot liquid would allow them without burning their mouths.
As Michael went upstairs to wake their son, Sydney shuffled her way into the laundry room to deal with the mess that had been created overnight. She made sure all the items in need of washing were in the machine before pouring in the soap with a heavy sigh. Doing laundry for three while working full time took up a significant amount of time as it was, even if most of her suits and Michael’s were dry cleaned, but because of Henry’s little problem, she was forced to run the washing machine daily, which ate into even more of the little relaxation time she had.
Upstairs, Michael crouched down beside the air mattress his son was sleeping on and gently shook him awake. A month earlier, they had come up with the idea for using the air mattress. Up until that point, they had been remaking Henry’s bed each night after his accident. This took up to half an hour, which drastically cut into their sleeping time. After purchasing the plastic air mattress, Henry would simply curl up on that to sleep the remainder of the night, which was easier on all of them, especially since it meant getting back to sleep quicker.
“Wake up buddy,” Michael coaxed his blond haired son. At the sound of his father’s voice, Henry stirred and began rubbing his eyes. Michael made sure to place his son’s clothes atop the still sheetless bed before leaving the room so he could get ready.
Down in the kitchen, Sydney was finishing packing Henry’s lunch as well as her own. She left Henry’s lunch on the counter in his blue lunch bag, while she crammed her own food filled paper bag into her briefcase. Then, she turned to her husband and spoke the first words of the morning. “Do you need anything? Because I have that presentation…”
“I’m fine,” he assured her. “Go ahead and good luck.”
“Thanks,” she said softly. She shouldered her briefcase and picked up her purse before exiting the kitchen quickly and slamming the door to the garage behind her. Michael sighed in her direction, shaking his head slightly. Things were not going well, and unfortunately he did not know a way to fix them.
kind of a strange begining i admit, but go with me
again, next update is on friday
jeez we got a brand new board here.. or rather an updated board. Not quite sure how to use all this stuff but i guess i'll figure it out soon enough :lol:
anyway, new fic as promised. I will be updating daily as usual except for tomorrow (Thursday). The next update for this fic will be Friday morning, but after that it will be daily barring any internet/computer issues, of course.
Title: For Better or Worse
Genre: s/v au family angst
Summary: Marriage is not always perfect and Sydney and Michael Vaughn know that better than anybody. Years of perfection in their marriage are followed by a few consecutive speed bumps that will challenge their desire to be together, but, in the end, they might just become closer than ever before. [24 Chapters]
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Chapter 1 (below) Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15
Chapter 16 - 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 + Epilogue
Chapter 1
“Mommy?” seven-year-old Henry questioned in a sleepy voice. Rubbing his eyes with his fists, he shuffled further into his parent’s bedroom. At two fifty-five am, sounds of deep breathing from both of the bed’s occupants could be heard. Henry shuffled his way around to the side of the bed furthest from the entry way before stopping right beside the mattress edge. “Mommy?” he said a bit louder that time. “Mommy I wet the bed.” He hugged himself tightly and rocked back onto his heels as he waited for a response.
Sounds of groans and the bed squeaking filled the room as the parents stirred to their son’s needs. While his mother grumbled incoherently, Henry’s father, Michael, slowly sat up in bed. “C’mere buddy; I got it,” he said. Yawning, he reached out for his son’s hand, grasped it, and led the way to the bathroom down the hall. He rid Henry of his dirty pajamas before crossing the hall into Henry’s room to find clean ones. Once Henry was changing, Michael stripped the bed sheets before taking the whole bundle downstairs and dumping it into the washing machine.
By the time Michael arrived back upstairs, Henry was already laying down in his auxiliary bed right beside his regular, sheetless one. Michael tossed a blanket over him and kissed his head before returning to his own room to attempt to fall back asleep. This was a routine that, unfortunately, he was very familiar with.
The Vaughn family consisting of Michael, his wife, Sydney, and of course their son, had perhaps only a handful of full nights sleep in the previous two and a half months, ever since Henry began wetting the bed after years of being accident free. Neither Sydney nor Michael knew the cause of their son’s troubles; frankly, they were too exhausted to think about it. All they knew was that any attempt they had made to remedy the situation had failed, and they were all quickly becoming very discouraged, most of all Henry.
It all started one warm summer night completely out of the blue. Henry shuffled his way into his parents’ room like he always did and told them what happened. They were not angry at all, figuring it was a fluke incident; Henry was just over tired from their long trip to the zoo. That’s what they thought, of course, until it happened the next night, and the next, and the next.
Both parents researched the situation at length on the internet. They tried various remedies including making sure Henry drank very little in the hours before going to sleep. As long as they restricted his liquids, Henry usually made it through the night alright. However, that brought upon other problems including tantrums when he wanted a drink and neither parent would appease his request.
Nearly three months later, sleep deprived and worn out, Sydney and Michael were nearing the end of their rope. With school staring up once more, they hoped the problem would go away, but no change occurred at all. If anything, it became worse. Henry was afraid his friends would find out about his problem so he dreaded going to school. That, of course, became another battle the two parents had to face and with both of them working full time they were wearing very thin very quickly.
As usual, when the alarm clock beside his bed began ringing at six am on the dot, Michael felt as though his head had just hit the pillow only moments earlier. He smacked it off, but did not move otherwise for a moment, wishing time could reverse. Finally he sat up, knowing he would be late if he waited any longer.
When he emerged from the shower, towel wrapped snugly around his waist, Michael found his wife brushing her teeth, looking even sleeper than he felt. He managed to kiss her forehead rather sloppily and she grunted at him, acknowledging his lack-luster good morning. Michael gave her a half smile via his reflection in the mirror before disappearing into his closet to find something to wear.
The husband and wife duo made their way through the getting ready process with ease; it was a routine they had perfected during their twelve years of marriage, all but one of which they were getting ready at the exact same time. By six forty-five they were both completely ready and downstairs in their kitchen, gulping down caffeinated coffee as quickly as the hot liquid would allow them without burning their mouths.
As Michael went upstairs to wake their son, Sydney shuffled her way into the laundry room to deal with the mess that had been created overnight. She made sure all the items in need of washing were in the machine before pouring in the soap with a heavy sigh. Doing laundry for three while working full time took up a significant amount of time as it was, even if most of her suits and Michael’s were dry cleaned, but because of Henry’s little problem, she was forced to run the washing machine daily, which ate into even more of the little relaxation time she had.
Upstairs, Michael crouched down beside the air mattress his son was sleeping on and gently shook him awake. A month earlier, they had come up with the idea for using the air mattress. Up until that point, they had been remaking Henry’s bed each night after his accident. This took up to half an hour, which drastically cut into their sleeping time. After purchasing the plastic air mattress, Henry would simply curl up on that to sleep the remainder of the night, which was easier on all of them, especially since it meant getting back to sleep quicker.
“Wake up buddy,” Michael coaxed his blond haired son. At the sound of his father’s voice, Henry stirred and began rubbing his eyes. Michael made sure to place his son’s clothes atop the still sheetless bed before leaving the room so he could get ready.
Down in the kitchen, Sydney was finishing packing Henry’s lunch as well as her own. She left Henry’s lunch on the counter in his blue lunch bag, while she crammed her own food filled paper bag into her briefcase. Then, she turned to her husband and spoke the first words of the morning. “Do you need anything? Because I have that presentation…”
“I’m fine,” he assured her. “Go ahead and good luck.”
“Thanks,” she said softly. She shouldered her briefcase and picked up her purse before exiting the kitchen quickly and slamming the door to the garage behind her. Michael sighed in her direction, shaking his head slightly. Things were not going well, and unfortunately he did not know a way to fix them.
kind of a strange begining i admit, but go with me
again, next update is on friday
