Perfect  Written for Vin Fanfic and Discussion Group Christmas/New Celebration 2007 Chris sat on the porch with the paper. The afternoon sun was losing its heat, warning of evening’s approach. Snow covered the land as far as the eye could see. The house was empty and quiet. Quiet was good. Quiet was wonderful. Quiet was perfect. Half an hour earlier, the gang had been present enjoying Christmas Day. It had been wonderful. Josiah had even obliged by dressing up as Santa Claus. J.D. had been easily fooled, but Vin had stood to one side, his young eyes narrowed. All at once, a grin creased his lips and Chris knew the cat was out of the bag. To his credit, Vin didn’t say anything. Buck was now bathing J.D. who was covered from head to toe in food… none of them could understand how the child managed it. Vin was playing in the snow in front of Chris. Larabee looked up and smiled, thanking God for all of the little things that made his life so perfect. Things like Nathan bringing fruit for the children today so they wouldn’t overload on sugar… like Josiah dressing up as Santa… like Ezra bringing a truck load of gifts for the kids… like Buck smiling bigger than the entire outdoors when J.D. squealed in delight. “Pa!” Chris’ smile broadened. Like when this very special little boy called him Pa. “What’s up?” “Look!” Vin promptly did a cartwheel. “That’s fantastic!” Yesterday, Vin couldn’t do a cartwheel. J.D. could but Vin couldn’t. Chris had secretly taken him out behind the livery and tried to show him but much to Chris’ surprise, he couldn’t seem to do them anymore himself. So, he and Vin had ended up rolling and wrestling in the snow instead. The wonderful memory returned. Chris rolled over as Vin tired to escape, snaring the child’s arm. He reeled him in, Vin giggling uncontrollably. Finally the pair became still, lying side by side on their backs. “Pa.” “Yeah?” “It don’t matter we can’t do cartwheels, does it?” “Nope, it doesn’t matter at all,” he replied, turning to look at his little boy. Vin grinned, his eyes narrowed and he dived on top of his father, the pair wrestling and laughing. The memory faded. Vin did another perfect cartwheel, snow flicking into the air accompanied by his cries of happiness. “Now how in the world…” “Uncle Ezra taught me?” Chris smirked. “Did he now?” “Yep. He was real good at them.” “I must remember to have him show me,” Chris laughed. “I can teach you, Pa!” Vin claimed doing another one. Chris put the paper down and his heart danced at the gleeful noise his son was making. Noise was good. Noise was wonderful. Noise was perfect.
© Dec 2007 Aussie Lass. : This relates only to the creative property in this story. The distinctive way the story unfolds, the specific dialogue and unique situations are mine. I acknowledge that some of the characters and settings belong to the owners of "The Magnificent Seven" and I thank them sincerely for turning a blind eye so I can borrow them. (g) No infrigement of copyright was intended and no profit has been made from this story... so, please don't sue me. It wouldn't be worth your while. |
