surely not what you thought it'd be
Jan 21, 2024 22:48:45 GMT -5
Post by malia on Jan 21, 2024 22:48:45 GMT -5
This is where she feels the most comfortable. On his lap, his hands resting there against her hips where they seem to fit so perfectly, her thumbs memorizing the lines of his cheeks and his jaw. She would never get tired of sitting with him like this, where she can look him in the eyes, feel his heartbeat against her body, him consuming all of her senses. This is when she can really read him, really feel like she can look inside and see what he’s thinking. And she hadn’t realized how much she had needed to hear those words from him. That it didn’t really matter what she wore, or what the flowers looked like, or the venue. None of that matters, the only thing that mattered was them marrying each other. Making this commitment that was so very real even more permanent. When she hears him say those words, it’s like she can let go of all of that.
She wanted to the wedding, but she wanted it more for him. She doesn’t care about the details. She would find a dress that was perfect for her. And she would make it work. And it wouldn’t even really matter. Because at the end of the day, they would still be married. They were still in love. He was still her mate. And they were still promising each other forever.
“I want the wedding,” She tells him honestly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. It was tradition. It was one of those ceremonial things that humans did. One that she wants to do, maybe only to make her feel more human, or to make him feel like he’s not giving away his humanity by being with her. Either way, it didn’t matter. “I want to marry you. In front of the people we love. I really do.”
He seems content with that response and he nods slightly before leaning up to kiss her again. As if Ava feels like she needs to weigh in on the entire situation, she picks that moment to wake up and let them know she’s listening. She doesn’t try, but she makes those soft baby coos that they both love so much. It makes Malia’s heart swell as she turns around to look at the baby who is very obviously looking at them.
“I guess she agrees,” She says with a light laugh, all of the frustration of the day melting away with this moment of quiet with them.
She wanted to the wedding, but she wanted it more for him. She doesn’t care about the details. She would find a dress that was perfect for her. And she would make it work. And it wouldn’t even really matter. Because at the end of the day, they would still be married. They were still in love. He was still her mate. And they were still promising each other forever.
“I want the wedding,” She tells him honestly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. It was tradition. It was one of those ceremonial things that humans did. One that she wants to do, maybe only to make her feel more human, or to make him feel like he’s not giving away his humanity by being with her. Either way, it didn’t matter. “I want to marry you. In front of the people we love. I really do.”
He seems content with that response and he nods slightly before leaning up to kiss her again. As if Ava feels like she needs to weigh in on the entire situation, she picks that moment to wake up and let them know she’s listening. She doesn’t try, but she makes those soft baby coos that they both love so much. It makes Malia’s heart swell as she turns around to look at the baby who is very obviously looking at them.
“I guess she agrees,” She says with a light laugh, all of the frustration of the day melting away with this moment of quiet with them.