05-03-2017, 06:36 PM
Our kid. Our. A smile softened Dizzy’s face, easing the tension written there by her worry over her child’s-- their child’s future. Zor tensed up in turn, and Dizzy waited, letting him work through things and find a way to put them into words. They had so little practice, and she knew damn well how hard it could be to find the words to say, to translate a maelstrom inside into something coherent and true. So she stood steady, watching her Zor twitch, watching him sigh and look out into the forest and let the words come out.
And they weren’t so bad. Hell, they were a relief, washing over her and soothing the fear she’d been fighting so hard since she realized she was going to be a mom. "This kid will have better. Whatever better is. He or she will have us. Both of us. It will know family. A family who loves it. We aren't perfect. Probably never will be. But we will be here like they weren't for us. Our story won't be theirs. Maybe that in itself, is better."
“Oh, Zor,” she murmured, leaning into him, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. She paused a moment, breathing him in, then brushed her cheek against his and nodded. “You’re right, baby. Of course you’re right. We'll love our kid, be there for it, show it that perfect or not, we’re family and family stands by each other. Right, Zor?” She stepped closer, her chest against his as she pulled him into another hug. “Do you really think it’s gonna be okay? That our baby will turn out okay?”
Maybe they really could do it. Raise this baby together, even with...everything. Dov had encouraged her to go work things out with Zor, maybe it would all really be okay. Ha, maybe she'd been worried over nothing. And she’d started to respond to Zor’s touch, even if it had taken a while. Maybe it was just stress and fear and worry over impending parenthood and how they’d do, how they’d cope, maybe she just needed to relax and let go. Take her time warming up, that wasn’t so bad, right? He loved her, he could be patient, could coax her slowly out of her weird hormone-induced frenzy and everything would be okay again.
Right?
And they weren’t so bad. Hell, they were a relief, washing over her and soothing the fear she’d been fighting so hard since she realized she was going to be a mom. "This kid will have better. Whatever better is. He or she will have us. Both of us. It will know family. A family who loves it. We aren't perfect. Probably never will be. But we will be here like they weren't for us. Our story won't be theirs. Maybe that in itself, is better."
“Oh, Zor,” she murmured, leaning into him, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. She paused a moment, breathing him in, then brushed her cheek against his and nodded. “You’re right, baby. Of course you’re right. We'll love our kid, be there for it, show it that perfect or not, we’re family and family stands by each other. Right, Zor?” She stepped closer, her chest against his as she pulled him into another hug. “Do you really think it’s gonna be okay? That our baby will turn out okay?”
Maybe they really could do it. Raise this baby together, even with...everything. Dov had encouraged her to go work things out with Zor, maybe it would all really be okay. Ha, maybe she'd been worried over nothing. And she’d started to respond to Zor’s touch, even if it had taken a while. Maybe it was just stress and fear and worry over impending parenthood and how they’d do, how they’d cope, maybe she just needed to relax and let go. Take her time warming up, that wasn’t so bad, right? He loved her, he could be patient, could coax her slowly out of her weird hormone-induced frenzy and everything would be okay again.
Right?