Mason's Journal

Father's Day
He wasn't quite a father yet, but it would be any time now that his wife would give birth to their daughter. He knew she was a fucking fantastic person, Anne had said so when she met her briefly a few months back during one of the infamous things that this world threw at them.

But he never dreamed of being a father. Not till he met his Annie. Hell, until Gigi stepped in, there wasn't any way for him to BE a father. The dead couldn't pro-create. But Gigi had worked her magic and now he was every inch a normal man, though he was still a reaper.

Had he been given this second chance at any other point of his life, he probably would have wasted it on drugs again. Trying to find that ultimate high. But now... now things were different. From the moment Anne Boleyn, quite literally, fell into his life. To find himself married to her... it had been a shock.

There were ups and downs, but they had found something between them that he never thought could exist. A part of him would always love George, as he knew a part of Anne would always love Henry, but neither wanted that love anymore. They had found something more together.

A soft smile crossed his features as he remembered how they had started out. Fighting like cats and dogs until he took her shopping and he managed to show her the joys of the dressing room. He was pretty sure that their daughter was conceived the afternoon they decided to have her in a similar dressing room when they went shopping again.

He was to be a father soon. Little Gia. Named for Georgie, though in the brief time she was around while Annie was, she didn't understand it. Things were complicated between them and nothing he said or did could change what the other Mason's had done. He just had to accept it was what it was and be done with it. But this was his way of acknowledging the love for her he had. He didn't know where Anne found the strength and love to accept that, but she did. And he loved her all the more for it.

A year from now, his daughter would be almost one and it would be a marvelous first real Father's Day. But today... today he reflected on the fact that he would soon be a father and he would be one of those taking their daughter to a park on a picnic and playing with her as he languished in the fact that it was a day for him. A day he could share with other father's simply because of a tornado plopping a stubborn, gorgeous, fucking sexy as hell Renaissance queen into his lap. He was a lucky man indeed.