This is the sequel to Reaching Out, so if you haven't read that one yet, I recommend that you do! This story is a Pearlshipping story. It is pretty short, and will be four-five chapters at the absolute most. I promise that it will still be good, though
Table of Contents
Chapter One: First Light
Chapter Two: Ghosts of the Past
Chapter Three: Identification
Chapter Four: Searching for Truth
Chapter Five: Rebuilding, Rebirth
Chapter One: First Light
Dawn's first light slowly began to creep in through a tight gap in the curtains. It flitted across the bedroom and alighted on the bedspread. The light crawled slowly along the length of the bed, finally halting on a face obscured by mussed black hair. The figure's only reactions to the invasive light were a slight twitch of the eye, and a subtle shifting of position so that the light landed instead on the silky soft brown forelocks of the woman who lay alongside him.
The man grumbled as the phone let loose an early ring, disturbing him from a contented sleep. It rang again, and he reached out blindly towards the phone. He lifted the receiver slightly in the midst of a third jangle, before swiftly replacing it. With a contented sigh he let his arm drop against the side of the bed and snuggled deeper under the covers, twisting slightly so that his chin rested against the woman's silky brown locks. He breathed deeply, inhaling the heady scent of her hair that always reminded him of the slightly tropical climate of her native Hoenn. Sleepily, she brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked at him with partly-closed eyes.
"Who was on the phone?" she asked with a yawn.
"No clue," he shrugged, allowing his fingers to ply dexterously through the folds of her long tresses. "It's too early for a phone call so I just hung up. Probably just another prank-calling kid." She yawned again and managed to drag herself into a sitting position, the pillows rumpling up behind her back.
"Help me up?" she asked, trying to ease her bulk over the side of the bed. He caught her by the shoulder and gently turned her back until she was once again resting her head against the backboard.
"Not a chance," he said, looking at her distended, pregnant belly with a smile. "There's only a couple of weeks until you're due, and you shouldn't overtax yourself so early when you're so tired." She opened her mouth to protest, but he forestalled her with a wave of his hand. "Besides," he continued, "I was going to make you breakfast in bed today. How does tea, toast, and hot cereal sound?" She sighed and closed her eyes.
"That sounds wonderful," she said dreamily, relaxing against the pillows. The phone rang again as he rolled out of bed and pulled on his sleep pants and slippers. "Ignore it," she said, opening her eyes. "If it's important, they'll call back later." He smiled and walked around the bed, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. He moved to the door, pausing at the opening for a brief moment to look back at his wife. Her eyes were closed once more, her arms draped protectively across her large stomach. He felt a shudder of joy at the sight of her, and the small miracle that she carried within. Quietly, he left the room and moved down the hallway of the bungalow, slipping into the kitchen. He leaned against a wall and looked out the window. The sun was still low in the horizon, the sky a pale gold wherever it's shining rays touched. The cool grass shone with an early frost, and a pair of Ledian flew swiftly around the flowerbed one last before beginning their journey south. It was a beautiful day.
He had never felt so happy.