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04 December 2007 @ 08:20 pm
[ficlet] Shehecheyanu (gen, Matt/Molly, G)  
Title: Shehecheyanu
Author: tiptoe39
Rating: G
Summary: Matt and Molly celebrate the first night of Chanukah.

"Do you know the story of Chanukah?" Matt asked Molly as she wrested the menorah from the bottom of the box. His things had come a week ago, but Matt was still under no-heavy-lifting no-bending-over rules, so when he panicked and realized the holiday started tonight, it was Molly's job to scavenge through the boxes like a packrat until she found the necessities.

"Um, isn't it something like they lit a candle and it burned for eight nights?"

"Well, that's the story they tell the kids," Matt said in his best I-know-more-than-you-do voice. Molly rolled her eyes. She knew the tone very well.

"Oh, I see," she sneered. "And you're going to tell me what they tell the grown-ups, because you're just that kind of nice guy."

"Well, if you don't want to hear it--"

"No, no, go on," she lilted with a grin. Matt had almost never seen her grin. She'd always been crying or screaming when he'd met her before, both in L.A. and here in New York. Had he known what a spitfire she was, he probably-- well, in truth, he probably would have moved in even faster. She was beyond adorable, and he swore his whole body ached less when she was happy.

"Well," he said, "back in the day, the Greeks had taken control of the land of Israel. And they had a king who told all the Jews they couldn't use their temples or do anything Jewish. So a bunch of guys got together and made up a little army, and they overthrew the king and took their temple back."

Molly was surprised when the silence returned. "And?"

"And?" Matt echoed stupidly back at her. "And, that was the real miracle of Chanukah."

"That's not a miracle, that's a war," Molly said, setting the menorah up on the windowsill.

Matt knit his brow. "But they were just a couple of farmers, and they went up against the whole Greek army. Sort of like you and me, and how we went up against the boogeyman and won. And how you fought against that virus and got better."

This gave her pause. "Well, I guess so. When you put it that way, it is a little bit lame to just have a candle burning for eight days." She turned to him and nodded. "Yeah, I like your story better."

"I knew you would." Matt leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "Now, let's get these candles in here."

"So you put in just one the first night?"

"One, plus the shammas," Matt said. "You use that one to light the others."

"And what, you just light them?"

"You say a prayer. Well, two prayers. Well, three."


He pulled his tattered kipah from the pile of assorted Judaica and put it on. Molly giggled at it. "Yeah. One is thanking God for letting you light the candles. The second is thanking God for giving us a miracle. And the third one--" his eyes softened. "The third one you only say on the first two nights. But it's my favorite."

She contemplated the sudden change in his expression. "What is it about?"

He smiled down at her. Such a small, ever-burning miracle that she was. "The third one says, 'We thank you, Lord our God, King of the Universe, for keeping us alive, for sustaining us, for allowing us to reach this day.' In other words," he said, touching her face gently, "it's 'Thank God I'm still alive and with the people I love.' "

Molly had tears in her eyes. Her little hands came up to rest on the big one that caressed her. "Can we say that one first?" she asked.

It wasn't until he had to sniffle that Matt realized he was teary-eyed too. He struck the match. "Sure, sweetheart. We sure can."

Baruch atah adonai, elohenu melech ha'olam, shehecheyanu v'kiyemanu v'hikiyanu lazman hazeh.

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Tiptoe39: cmere youtiptoe39 on December 5th, 2007 03:51 am (UTC)
He is totally a daddy. He's a great daddy type and they are letting the daddy type be a daddy. it's awesome.