[AU (Future) Hub] Torchwood Hub Future Scenario - Ewan and Sarah - 2018

[his_sarah_jane]

My bags drop on the cold stone tiles of the House as the door closes behind her. The trip to Cardiff has been more than successful. In fact, it has surpassed anything my wildest dreams can come up with. Visiting old friends has been a breath of fresh air, as has returning to the place where, in effect, this all had started for me.

But Scotland is home now. Or, more to the point, Ewan and our family are my home. I love them all more than words could ever describe, and, as much as I still despises cliches, there really is nothing like being home. I take a deep breath of the musty air and smile to myself. My smile turns brighter when the Lady floats by. She's officially the first to welcome me back.

Placing a hand on my stomach, I nod in confirmation to her unasked question. Yes, I'm pregnant. Yes, there will be another child within the House in eight months. Yes, this time the pregnancy will last. The Lady has been my sole secret keeper - occasionally spying on me during those awful mid-mornings spent throwing up in the bathroom or when the fatigue got to be too much. I don't know how the ghost knew I was pregnant. It's just easier to accept.

The ghostly woman floats away, leaving me alone in the foyer. No one expects me to be home tonight. I wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow morning, but I couldn't wait. I have to surprise Ewan with the news. The twins ought to be asleep by now; it's 9 pm and those blessed little ones always managed to wear themselves out by half past six. I'll check in on them after, preferably with their father in tow.

Beaming, I abandon my bag and the hockey sticks at the door and take off in the direction of the Smith-Harrow apartment. I have my leman to surprise, after all. And I can't wait to see the look on his face when I tell him the news.

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[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

I've said a good thing, but not at the right time. I sigh. I didn't want to go there tonight, not at all.

"Sarah... I'm sorry, leman. I didn't mean... I don't want you to think about that right now. I don't want to think about that right now. Please, leman... Shhhhhhhhh..."

I run my hand over her head, knowing she'll recognize the move and hoping she doesn't think ill of me. She needs to calm, needs to rest. I need to take care of my little Human - and the new life she's carrying.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

I rub at my eyes. My tears have started to dry and I'm starting to feel more at ease. Not my doing at all. I know better than to think, in any way, that it is. I look out of the corner of my eye. Sure enough, Ewan is using that power of his.

"The present is better anyway," I whisper, forcing a small grin on his face. I won't scold him for using his powers on me this time. He really does mean to keep me well. "Because I'll be fat and achy in the near future and that'll be absolutely horrid."

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

I smile.

"That's it, Sarah Jane. Plan for the future, by all means, but live in the moment." I kiss her once more. "You will not be fat, you will be pregnant. Your aches will be as minimal as we can make them, and I'll fuck you daily, with everything you can endure, mind and body..."

'Fuck' isn't a tender word, not really, but I say it tenderly and hope she'll understand that she'll still be as desirable then as she is now. Different, but desirable.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

His words are sweet and tender until he tells me that he'll fuck me daily. I laugh and shake my head in that amused sort of way.

"What would I do without you?"

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

I grin.

"You'd do all sorts of things without me, and still do. You're your own person, Sarah Jane." I shrug and kiss the tip of her nose again. "You've just decided to make being with me - being with us - one of your adventures."

And I place my hand on her abdomen, my face sobering a little.

"Tis a blessing, leman, being with you..."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"And you, Ewan," I whisper before sighing. "I wouldn't want to live any other sort of adventure right now."

We have enough smaller ones with Torchwood and raising half-Roshkind children. I don't need any other adventure. It's lovely.

I yawn, somehow murmuring the words, "I love you."

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

"Good to know," I whisper back, making sure she's comfortable. "I love you, too, Sarah Jane Smith."

I kiss her lightly on the lips and begin to hum, very quietly. It starts out tuneless, then becomes a lullaby. Something I recall from my childhood.

Ah, the memories that service when there are little ones pending.

"Sleep well, leman. Pancakes in the morning..."