Title: Footprints
Characters: Summer Dylan, Jamie Page, Jimmy Page
Word Count: 433
Rating: PG [language]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's Summer and Jimmy's first Christmas with a baby.  But Jimmy wants to remind her of the magic of... them.  Inspired by "Footprints in the Snow" by ELP.  Canon with my epic. Contains spoilers.




December 24, 1978
London, England


Holding her month-old son in her arms, Summer softly sang to him.  Jimmy was nowhere to be found and neither were her parents.  It was perhaps the first time she had been left alone with her baby.  As that thought crossed her mind, her anxiety began to increase and her voice faltered in song.  What if something happened?  What would she do?  Who would help her?  What if Jamie got sick suddenly?  How would she get him to a doctor?  What was she going to d—

All of her thoughts arrested when the baby cooed.  Smiling down at him, she quickly leaned down and kissed her son’s forehead.  Though her worries still danced in the back of her mind, his happy baby smile filled her heart and soul with warmth.

“I love you so much,” she remarked before kissing him again.

“And our son is lucky for that.”

Her blue eyes flicked up to Jimmy, who leaned on the entrance to the nursery, “Jimmy, I didn’t hear you…”

He pushed off from the doorframe and approached her, “Hello, love.”

“I was…”

“I know,” he interrupted, leaning down to kiss her. “Perhaps it is time for James to sleep?”

Her eyes flicked down to the babe in her arms, “Maybe…”

“Come walk with me?”

“What if he—”

“We will not be gone long.”

“But…”

“The boy will be fine.  Promise.”

With a slight nod, she slowly stood up and slipped her son into his crib.  Caressing his head gently, she stepped away, worry clearly showing on her face.  Jimmy’s arm slipped around her waist and he guided her out of the room.  He led her downstairs, into the parlor where the Christmas tree sparkled.  Rather than allow her to linger by the tree, he guided her towards the window.  Saying nothing, he pulled the heavy curtain aside, exposing the softly fallen snow outside.

“Jimmy,” she gasped.

He smiled, “I presumed you did not know it snowed.”

“I did not.”

“Come leave footprints in the snow with me.”

“But the baby…”

“Will be fine for a few minutes, Summer.  Come with me.”

Her blue eyes met his, seeing a special beauty in his eyes.  With a small smile, she nodded.  Flashing her a grin, Jimmy quickly swept her away to bundle her in a coat and boots.  In that moment, those few stolen moments alone, Jimmy nearly could forget about all the jealous minutes, all the threats to their love by emotional hurricanes.  In that precise moment, all that mattered was their footprints in the freshly fallen snow.  And that was a gift indeed.