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Voice of an Angel - RB

You stirred awake as the morning light seeped through the curtains, your face planted into the silk pillow on Rebecca's bed as you reached your arm out to find her touch. "Bec?" You mumbled into the pillow as you tilted your head up to see an empty space beside you. You knew she was close by as you heard the shower running. Smiling to yourself when you heard her humming to herself. The first time you heard Rebecca sing was when everyone at the clubs' first time, their karaoke night in Liverpool. Stunned by her voice you'd been begging her to sing for you ever since but she refused out of her own self-consciousness, claiming the only reason why she sang that night was the encouragement of a few shots and the constant pestering from Sassy.

Rebecca hated singing for people and only sang to herself quietly every now and then but as soon as you came into the room or someone else she'd immediately stop. So it's become a skill of yours to hear whenever Rebecca was downstairs, mostly in the kitchen cooking both of you a meal as she sang along with the radio, you'd hide behind a closed door just to head a glimpse of her voice.

You rolled out of bed quietly, tip-toeing toward the en-suite door avoiding places of the floor you knew were particularly looked with the creeks of the floorboards. Sitting down on the floor as you inched your ear close to the door a smile painting on your face as she was singing your current favourite song that everyone would hear you humming or singing to yourself, or in the car with Rebecca it would always be the first one to play on the AUX.

It was hard to hear her over the sound of the running shower so you pressed your ear closer to the door expecting to be locked but instead the door swung open as you fell on the floor, Rebecca letting out a scream, for some reason thinking it was someone else other than you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just heard you singing and i wanted to listen."

"Oh darling-" you got worried at her tone but you smiled when she let out a burst of laughter.

You had crashed out on the sofa in exhaustion from the constant crying of the new addition to your house. It had seemed years ago since Rebecca gave into her mother's demands to see her friend who was a psychic. Safe to say Rebecca would hold it against her mother till her last breathe. But a part of what the psychic stuck with her, she went to multiple appointments some along with you to her old friend, a fertility doctor to see if she could really have children. She spoke it through with you and after hearing how much she had and still wanted to be a mother, even during her and Rupert's marriage, you knew it was the right decision in saying you wanted to go along with the process to see if the two of you could have a child.

To Rebecca's disappointment, although deep down she didn't want to admit she expected it, the results came back negative. However, you continued the process but the two of you decided much after Rebecca constantly asking of your reassurance, you decided you'd be the one to carry the baby. After many IVF treatments, 9 months of practically torture and 11 hours of gruesomely painful labour, with Rebecca at your side every moment, you had welcomed your daughter into the world.

And unfortunately you had entered another painful stage, teething. Exhausted didn't begin to describe how you and Rebecca felt, Keeley, Higgins or Ted always found the both of you crashed out on her sofa at work when Rebecca was late to a meeting.

You stirred awake at the small cries from upstairs and you dragged your slumped, tired body up the stairs to your daughter's bedroom. Stopping at the door that was pushed slightly ajar, listening to the soft cops of your daughter run your wife's arms. You smiled to yourself when you heard her softly sing to the baby in her arms, recognising the song from your first dance on your wedding night.

"And I guess I never told you. I'm so happy that you're mine. Little things I should have said and done. I just never took the time. When you were always on my mind. You were always on my mind." She rocked her side to side, smiling the whole way through same as you as those butterflies in your stomach never disappeared. "I know you're there." She whispered as you poked your head through the gap smiling sheepishly.

"I wish you sang to me like that." You sat beside her on the sofa leaning your head on her shoulder. "That little girl doesn't know how lucky she is hearing you sing seeing as no one else does.

"Well if you be quiet I'll keep singing." Rebecca smiled at you before she started singing just in time as your daughter started stirring awake. "Tell me. Tell me that your sweet love hasn't died. And give me. Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied. I'll keep you satisfied." You both shared a satisfied smile at the look of your daughter sleeping soundly in Rebecca's arms.

"Right again, voice of an angel." You whispered with a smirk directed at Rebecca.

"Maybe you were right just this once."

"I'm right all the time, admit it." You yawned.

"You're lucky she's asleep so I can't yell at you. And don't forget who proposed and also came up with h-" Rebecca turned slowly round to you, beaming at the image of you fast asleep on her shoulder. She slowly got up placing your daughter in her crib turning the main lights off and turning the small lamp on instead. Then scooping your limp body into her arms as she carries you into your shared bedroom placing you gently onto your side of the bed before settling down onto her side of the bed, pulling you closer to her as she wrapped her arms round you as you subconsciously nuzzled your face into her neck, Rebecca not taking long before she fell asleep too.