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TIMELINE NOTE : January year 2000, Chicago, Terra.
FIC NOTE: Music fic
A burst of white, and a golden rain to follow. The black and frosty clear
night sky became sprinkled in various colors as the fireworks light it up.
Joe Berg chuckled to himself as he watched the dancing and shouting people in the street below.
"Haven't they had enough all ready?" He let the sterile white-gray hospital curtain fall back into place and turned back to the woman in the bed beside the window.
"The magic of the new millennium maybe keeps them going?" She smiled calm at him where she laid among the soft warm white sheets. Joe smiled back.
"I guess. But still It's over a week ago it was a new thing."
"You're such a bore Joe." Charley chuckled.
"'Addy!" Joe looked up, and at the small child sitting in a chair, newly awake. He walked over and picked her up.
"All crazy fireworks wake ya up honey?" The blond man smiled to his two-year-old daughter. Shelly just yawned and clung to her father's shoulder. Joe slowly walked back to his wife's side, and sat down on the side of her bed.
"How are ya feeling love?"
Charley smiled tired and yawned like her daughter.
"Like I've run the marathon, Nut, fine." She laughed a little.
"Gosh, they won't stop, will they?" Joe glared at the window and smirked as another round of fireworks exploded.
"Probably not for the rest of the month anyway." Charley grinned. "But look at it this way. Our son has gotten a hell of a welcome party to the world." She smiled warmly and sat up.
With gentle hands, the human woman leant over to the infant's bed beside hers, and picked the little bundle up in her arms.
"Welcome to the world, and Happy new year, Paul." She smiled warmly at her son and kissed his head. Joe watched while holding his now again sleeping daughter in his arms. Life didn't get much more cosy than this, surely.
A beginning of a new.
He just hoped it was to be a good saga. With a good ending.