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Backdated to early August 2025
Danika's eyes roamed over the room that'd previously been her workroom. Charlie, the drawers of fabrics and hemming, so many thread bobbins, needles and pins, plastic templates for patterns she often utilized…. All of it had been packed away and shoved into their bedroom, with larger objects like her work table and whatnot going into a storage unit for the time being.
Temporary relocations. There were still debates about getting a bigger place--when, not if. They weren't cramming two adults who needed private work rooms (well, Dom more than her, but still) and two growing kids into a three-bedroom apartment forever.
They could. They fully could. But Danika was allowing herself to be selfish in her eventual goals, and that was chiefly getting a bigger place where she could have her own private space, much like Dom had his for when he was working. Plus, long-term, the twins would want separate bedrooms eventually. Either they planned for that sooner, or later.
For now…
The temporary loss of the main space she used for working on clothing projects, and kept a lot of her comics and such, didn't grate on her. Not when she was looking around the blue and cream-yellow decor. Two bassinets, a changing table, a huge comfy chair they could sit in while holding the babies, a bookshelf stuffed full of brightly colored books and some little trinkets on the highest shelves. Stuffed animals all around the room. A dresser in the closet to help with organizing clothing and blankets and so many baby supplies. Between the closet and the unit under the changing table, they'd at least not need to buy more for a little while…
Plus there was more out in the living room.
She'd need to ask Dom where the rest was shoved away.
Her gaze was soft as she thought about him--her husband. A title she never figured she'd actually use to address anyone. Nor had she really anticipated on ever being a wife or mother...
Danika smiled as she lowered herself down into the chair, relieved for the momentary ease for her lower back and ankles. Her hands rested on her swollen belly, mind distant as she mulled. She'd always just figured she'd be a partner, with whatever meaning that held for any particular relationship.
She had her partner at work--who was reassigned for the moment, given she'd been on desk duty for the last month or so, and now was out entirely on leave since the doctors were pretty damn sure the kids were going to want out soon… and she was dealing with all the fallout of that in her systems.
But Dom… she considered as her fingers tapped absently on her belly, feeling the slight fluttering sensation beneath. He'd been her partner through… a lot.
In regular life, in their alternate lives, they somehow made it work even after some pretty… bad s**t. They were partners again. In everything. Though she couldn't help but reminisce on times they'd been sparring partners…
Memory of around late December, 2017
Themiscyra stretched where she stood, the field around her crispy and glittering under the electric lamp lights with frost. They were a bit sparatic, though needed to be since she only had a few of the battery powered lamps. But it'd do, plenty of room for some practice.
There might not have been any snow on the ground yet… but she could smell it in the air. They'd be getting hit with some soon. Supposedly, that night. She wasn't sure if that'd cut into their planned time, but hey. It at least made it more difficult to get overheated while sparring.
It'd been her idea, after she and Dominic had seen each other a handful of times, and had done some patrol rounds together powered up. It'd been a while since they really worked together in a rough fight, she figured, so a chance to do some light sparring could be beneficial.
It was also a bit of an excuse for her to get out of family holiday things.
Danika's eyes roamed over the room that'd previously been her workroom. Charlie, the drawers of fabrics and hemming, so many thread bobbins, needles and pins, plastic templates for patterns she often utilized…. All of it had been packed away and shoved into their bedroom, with larger objects like her work table and whatnot going into a storage unit for the time being.
Temporary relocations. There were still debates about getting a bigger place--when, not if. They weren't cramming two adults who needed private work rooms (well, Dom more than her, but still) and two growing kids into a three-bedroom apartment forever.
They could. They fully could. But Danika was allowing herself to be selfish in her eventual goals, and that was chiefly getting a bigger place where she could have her own private space, much like Dom had his for when he was working. Plus, long-term, the twins would want separate bedrooms eventually. Either they planned for that sooner, or later.
For now…
The temporary loss of the main space she used for working on clothing projects, and kept a lot of her comics and such, didn't grate on her. Not when she was looking around the blue and cream-yellow decor. Two bassinets, a changing table, a huge comfy chair they could sit in while holding the babies, a bookshelf stuffed full of brightly colored books and some little trinkets on the highest shelves. Stuffed animals all around the room. A dresser in the closet to help with organizing clothing and blankets and so many baby supplies. Between the closet and the unit under the changing table, they'd at least not need to buy more for a little while…
Plus there was more out in the living room.
She'd need to ask Dom where the rest was shoved away.
Her gaze was soft as she thought about him--her husband. A title she never figured she'd actually use to address anyone. Nor had she really anticipated on ever being a wife or mother...
Danika smiled as she lowered herself down into the chair, relieved for the momentary ease for her lower back and ankles. Her hands rested on her swollen belly, mind distant as she mulled. She'd always just figured she'd be a partner, with whatever meaning that held for any particular relationship.
She had her partner at work--who was reassigned for the moment, given she'd been on desk duty for the last month or so, and now was out entirely on leave since the doctors were pretty damn sure the kids were going to want out soon… and she was dealing with all the fallout of that in her systems.
But Dom… she considered as her fingers tapped absently on her belly, feeling the slight fluttering sensation beneath. He'd been her partner through… a lot.
In regular life, in their alternate lives, they somehow made it work even after some pretty… bad s**t. They were partners again. In everything. Though she couldn't help but reminisce on times they'd been sparring partners…
Memory of around late December, 2017
Themiscyra stretched where she stood, the field around her crispy and glittering under the electric lamp lights with frost. They were a bit sparatic, though needed to be since she only had a few of the battery powered lamps. But it'd do, plenty of room for some practice.
There might not have been any snow on the ground yet… but she could smell it in the air. They'd be getting hit with some soon. Supposedly, that night. She wasn't sure if that'd cut into their planned time, but hey. It at least made it more difficult to get overheated while sparring.
It'd been her idea, after she and Dominic had seen each other a handful of times, and had done some patrol rounds together powered up. It'd been a while since they really worked together in a rough fight, she figured, so a chance to do some light sparring could be beneficial.
It was also a bit of an excuse for her to get out of family holiday things.
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Ashur was on the ground doing some stretches of his own, expression fully relaxed and at ease despite the impending sparring match. He and Danika had seen each other a number of times since their little rooftop reunion, the events of which, and every meeting since then, often lingering on his mind. It wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say that she was on his mind more often than not these days, and tentative as it was, he was the happiest he'd been in a long, long time.
Blue eyes flickered over to Themiscyra on the other end of the lit area that designated their practice space, memories briefly flashing through of past fights, before they…
He cleared his throat, cutting off the thought and getting to his feet. "So," he started, wanting to break the silence. "If memory serves, and we both know it might not," Ashur managed a small smile at the little joke, wondering if she might find it amusing or feel it was maybe a little too soon to make light of it.
"You always wiped the floor with me whenever we sparred. That accurate?"
Blue eyes flickered over to Themiscyra on the other end of the lit area that designated their practice space, memories briefly flashing through of past fights, before they…
He cleared his throat, cutting off the thought and getting to his feet. "So," he started, wanting to break the silence. "If memory serves, and we both know it might not," Ashur managed a small smile at the little joke, wondering if she might find it amusing or feel it was maybe a little too soon to make light of it.
"You always wiped the floor with me whenever we sparred. That accurate?"
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She grinned, pulling at her opposite elbow towards her back over her head. "Pretty much," she agreed, sort of… side-stepping the whole… memory thing. Though she had smiled when she registered the joke. Part of her still wasn't sure she had the right to joke or tease about it, but he was welcomed to make commentary as he wished.
"But I've also had a lot more practice than you back then, so who knows?" Considering the amount of rough and tumble Danika got up to even before becoming Themiscyra… she didn't hold it against him. Lot of people didn't seem to have much fighting experience, even just from like…. exercising with boxing and stuff, or basic self-defense, before joining the war.
Stretching her hand out when she released her arm, her other hand reached for the silver chain coiled and tied to her belt. "Weapons or just hand-to-hand? I'm fine with either, and not like we have to hit that hard." Though to be fair, if this were, say, a boxing gym, they'd at least have some padding to help soften things further.
"But I've also had a lot more practice than you back then, so who knows?" Considering the amount of rough and tumble Danika got up to even before becoming Themiscyra… she didn't hold it against him. Lot of people didn't seem to have much fighting experience, even just from like…. exercising with boxing and stuff, or basic self-defense, before joining the war.
Stretching her hand out when she released her arm, her other hand reached for the silver chain coiled and tied to her belt. "Weapons or just hand-to-hand? I'm fine with either, and not like we have to hit that hard." Though to be fair, if this were, say, a boxing gym, they'd at least have some padding to help soften things further.
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He chuckled at her confirmation, considering her words right after and giving a little shrug. "Not that I'd just roll over and let you win, but I feel like it'd still be the same even now." She was the more fit and athletic one between the two of them, after all. Flashes of wrestling matches and other playful little bouts crossed his mind nearly as soon as the words left his mouth, and he paused in quiet surprise at them before nodding, as if to insist that he was probably going to be right about this.
Ashur moved off to the side and deposited his staff on the ground just there, as well as his sash and any other dangling odds and ends on his uniform that might get in the way, and started to roll his neck and shoulders to loosen up just a little bit more.
"I'm weak in both areas, so maybe hand-to-hand for now?" It'd been a while since he sparred with anyone, or put any effort into battle strategies and fight tactics since he primarily went after youma anyway, so whatever skill he might have had in either area had long since gone.
With any luck, it'd be like riding a bike and he'd pick things up quickly. If not…well.
If anyone was gonna beat him up, there was a small comfort in knowing it was Themi.
Ashur moved off to the side and deposited his staff on the ground just there, as well as his sash and any other dangling odds and ends on his uniform that might get in the way, and started to roll his neck and shoulders to loosen up just a little bit more.
"I'm weak in both areas, so maybe hand-to-hand for now?" It'd been a while since he sparred with anyone, or put any effort into battle strategies and fight tactics since he primarily went after youma anyway, so whatever skill he might have had in either area had long since gone.
With any luck, it'd be like riding a bike and he'd pick things up quickly. If not…well.
If anyone was gonna beat him up, there was a small comfort in knowing it was Themi.
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Hey, she at least gave feedback on fights.
Though she put her chain down a ways to the side as well, and sent her golden chain into subspace, she didn't really remove anything else. He should go for whatever opportunity he could grasp in a fight. If they were up against Negaverse agents, or their senshi, then anything his muscle memory could then be used to instantly act upon would be extremely useful.
"Works for me," she said simply, straightening and walking towards the middle of the impromptu sparring ring. Her feet spread automatically into a solid stance, arms slightly raised though not fully in a defensive position.
Was she being cocky? Eh. Maybe a tad.
But Themiscyra was also pretty ******** determined to help Ashur improve in combat, defensive or otherwise, to try and reduce his chances of getting…. hurt, out there.
"Whenever you're ready."
Though she put her chain down a ways to the side as well, and sent her golden chain into subspace, she didn't really remove anything else. He should go for whatever opportunity he could grasp in a fight. If they were up against Negaverse agents, or their senshi, then anything his muscle memory could then be used to instantly act upon would be extremely useful.
"Works for me," she said simply, straightening and walking towards the middle of the impromptu sparring ring. Her feet spread automatically into a solid stance, arms slightly raised though not fully in a defensive position.
Was she being cocky? Eh. Maybe a tad.
But Themiscyra was also pretty ******** determined to help Ashur improve in combat, defensive or otherwise, to try and reduce his chances of getting…. hurt, out there.
"Whenever you're ready."
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He made his way to the center of their little sparring ring, doing his best to recall what he learned when he signed up for those martial arts classes however many years ago now. There was some familiarity in the stance he took on, but even on sight it looked quite a bit weaker than hers. It was possibly more his uncertainty than anything, and he had to take a steadying breath.
This was why they were sparring, after all. To push past that uncertainty, gain a little bit of practical experience he could bring into a real fight, and hopefully lessen the chances of either of them (mainly him, he wasn't ashamed to admit) getting seriously hurt while they were out there.
He gave a little nod at her words, and without wasting another beat he stepped toward her and jabbed. A light movement, mostly to test his reach.
This was why they were sparring, after all. To push past that uncertainty, gain a little bit of practical experience he could bring into a real fight, and hopefully lessen the chances of either of them (mainly him, he wasn't ashamed to admit) getting seriously hurt while they were out there.
He gave a little nod at her words, and without wasting another beat he stepped toward her and jabbed. A light movement, mostly to test his reach.
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Her eyes were sharp as she looked over his form--not for fun, either, but a critical examination of his stance and how he was holding himself, how he was supporting himself. When he jabbed a fist forward, she took notice of how his weight shifted or didn't with his movement, if his balance was affected, and so on. Things that could leave easy openings for opponents if he wasn't careful.
On her part, Themiscyra brought up one of her hands to block his, pushing it lightly to the side in a basic redirection move. "Try pivoting more at your waist when you punch. Most of the strength behind impacts like that come from not just arm strength, but putting more energy and force from your core adding into it."
To prove her point, at least in motions, she pulled her arm back that was on the side with her foot furthest back in her stance, turning her upper body slightly with the pull before turning rapidly and shooting her fist forward--and above his shoulder, in an attempt to make it so she didn't actually hit him. "Don't move your feet when you do that, keep yourself rooted as possible."
On her part, Themiscyra brought up one of her hands to block his, pushing it lightly to the side in a basic redirection move. "Try pivoting more at your waist when you punch. Most of the strength behind impacts like that come from not just arm strength, but putting more energy and force from your core adding into it."
To prove her point, at least in motions, she pulled her arm back that was on the side with her foot furthest back in her stance, turning her upper body slightly with the pull before turning rapidly and shooting her fist forward--and above his shoulder, in an attempt to make it so she didn't actually hit him. "Don't move your feet when you do that, keep yourself rooted as possible."
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Thankfully, he didn't flinch when she demonstrated how to punch the way she was describing.
"Like this?" he asked, mimicking the movement a few times, slowly at first before adding a bit more speed and power behind it, though like her he aimed it in such a way that he didn't actually hit her. It felt awkward the first few times, but by the time he tried to demonstrate, it felt…better.
Though he was struggling to keep his feet rooted, like she was saying.
The question, though, was whether he'd be able to apply it in a fight. Briefly it occurred to him that it may be to his benefit if he joined a gym or some kind of formal fight training class, if for no other reason than to have easier access to a punching bag and proper training equipment, on top of these lessons with Themi.
If she was willing to keep teaching him, that is.
"Like this?" he asked, mimicking the movement a few times, slowly at first before adding a bit more speed and power behind it, though like her he aimed it in such a way that he didn't actually hit her. It felt awkward the first few times, but by the time he tried to demonstrate, it felt…better.
Though he was struggling to keep his feet rooted, like she was saying.
The question, though, was whether he'd be able to apply it in a fight. Briefly it occurred to him that it may be to his benefit if he joined a gym or some kind of formal fight training class, if for no other reason than to have easier access to a punching bag and proper training equipment, on top of these lessons with Themi.
If she was willing to keep teaching him, that is.
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Themiscyra watched as he repeated the movements, over and over, taking in the way his body turned and adjusted, where he seemed stable and where he didn't. "Yep, that's looking a lot better already," she grinned, moving her gaze up to his after he practiced for a bit. "We'll need to work on stance to keep you grounded, but you're already moving better on punches, so that's awesome!"
Was it enough to win a fight? No, not in her book. But was it a good step closer to learning the basics of a fight, and forming the muscle memory he'd need more than anything when real trouble started. She was happy he was clearly putting in effort--that was half the battle of learning.
"What I mean by grounding--well, here, let's try this."
Shifting her body, Themiscyra adjusted till she was mid-motion of a punch--back arm thrust forward, upper body twisting towards her target, and she tapped her back foot a few times for emphasis. The heel of her foot was up, leaning into the movement, but the majority of her foot was stuck on the ground. "Try to push me back. I just want you to see what I mean and what the difference is."
Was it enough to win a fight? No, not in her book. But was it a good step closer to learning the basics of a fight, and forming the muscle memory he'd need more than anything when real trouble started. She was happy he was clearly putting in effort--that was half the battle of learning.
"What I mean by grounding--well, here, let's try this."
Shifting her body, Themiscyra adjusted till she was mid-motion of a punch--back arm thrust forward, upper body twisting towards her target, and she tapped her back foot a few times for emphasis. The heel of her foot was up, leaning into the movement, but the majority of her foot was stuck on the ground. "Try to push me back. I just want you to see what I mean and what the difference is."
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Her affirmation brought a smile to his face, and again he nodded at the next thing she pointed out that potentially needed fixing. Standing back to watch her demonstrate, when she then asked him to push her to test her stability he moved to give her a solid shove.
He was grinning though, because how could he pass up an opening to start a little wrestling match with her? He'd been dreaming a bit about their past, actually, and wrestling scenes often came to mind.
So he set his hands in her shoulders as if to push, but rather than push he shifted his stance and tried to slip her foot out from under her to knock her off balance, though he was poised to catch her and flip them over so he landed on his back if they wound up on the ground.
He was grinning though, because how could he pass up an opening to start a little wrestling match with her? He'd been dreaming a bit about their past, actually, and wrestling scenes often came to mind.
So he set his hands in her shoulders as if to push, but rather than push he shifted his stance and tried to slip her foot out from under her to knock her off balance, though he was poised to catch her and flip them over so he landed on his back if they wound up on the ground.
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The whole point, on her logic, was to point out how much more difficult it was for an opponent to just… knock you over, or take advantage of your balance issues. So when he seemed like he was going to follow through with the whole… demonstration, spar, learning thing, she wasn't exactly shocked about him moving up to her…
But that smile made her eyes narrow a little. Suspicious was a light way of putting things and--yep. The sudden movement on his part, the shift in his stance and leg movement to catch hers… yeah okay. His foot caught her ankle, and while she had an immediate reflex to grab his forearms to begin a counter… but she didn't.
Themiscyra lost her balance, crashed into Ashur, and down they went.
"P-haahaha!"
Her laughter was instantaneous once she sucked in her breath after the slight impact. "Okay, okay, not bad. You good?" Her eyes were bright, smile wide, and she pushed herself up so her hands were on the ground on either side of his shoulders, allowing her leverage to get off him slightly to see his face. Make sure he didn't hit anything too hard.
But that smile made her eyes narrow a little. Suspicious was a light way of putting things and--yep. The sudden movement on his part, the shift in his stance and leg movement to catch hers… yeah okay. His foot caught her ankle, and while she had an immediate reflex to grab his forearms to begin a counter… but she didn't.
Themiscyra lost her balance, crashed into Ashur, and down they went.
"P-haahaha!"
Her laughter was instantaneous once she sucked in her breath after the slight impact. "Okay, okay, not bad. You good?" Her eyes were bright, smile wide, and she pushed herself up so her hands were on the ground on either side of his shoulders, allowing her leverage to get off him slightly to see his face. Make sure he didn't hit anything too hard.
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It was one of the reasons he didn't mind sparring while powered up—everything hurt a whole lot less.
He caught her as they went down, landing with a quiet "umph" before joining in her laughter. Ashur smiled, bright and plenty satisfied given her little bit of approval, and he nodded, happy to relax underneath her just as they currently were. The vantage point, he realized after a moment, was familiar. Memories flashed in his mind; brief but certainly happy ones.
"I'm fine," he said, eyes catching hers for just a second before moving on to study the rest of her face, as though he were committing it to memory. He didn't move, not wanting to freak her out or have her move off of him before he was done, or try to hold her in place in case she did want to move. They were supposed to be sparring, after all, so he wouldn't blame her if she did.
He caught her as they went down, landing with a quiet "umph" before joining in her laughter. Ashur smiled, bright and plenty satisfied given her little bit of approval, and he nodded, happy to relax underneath her just as they currently were. The vantage point, he realized after a moment, was familiar. Memories flashed in his mind; brief but certainly happy ones.
"I'm fine," he said, eyes catching hers for just a second before moving on to study the rest of her face, as though he were committing it to memory. He didn't move, not wanting to freak her out or have her move off of him before he was done, or try to hold her in place in case she did want to move. They were supposed to be sparring, after all, so he wouldn't blame her if she did.
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Her expression shifted slightly before she could catch herself--realizing the way his gaze lingered, the calmness of the moment… it startled her, smile faltering briefly before settling into something softer. I'm fine, words that hit differently in that atmosphere, her own eyes flickering over his features.
Gently, aware of the metal plate at her forehead, she ducked her head slightly to very carefully nudge her forehead to his. "I'm glad," was all she could say, something warm and fluttery in her chest. He was fine. They were fine.
God, so much of her was hopeful. That tiny, horrible itty bitty cynic deep inside her head kept humming away though, sing-song warnings that she shouldn't be too hopeful, shouldn't get too relaxed. But moments like this made it a bit easier to hush it up by drowning it out with that warmth. So she lingered there for a moment, lifting her head back up just to stare back at him, memorizing, reconfirming the images she already had in her mind.
But her knees weren't too happy about kneeling on the ground for so long, cold as it was. She eventually winced, needing to push herself up to not be leaning over him, and then finally forcing herself to her feet amidst clinking metal, rustling leather, and more winces as her legs protested via pins and needles. "Okay, you haven't done nearly enough work to have earned that break. And now you've got a handicap for your advantage till the circulation returns to normal in my legs. C'mon," she huffed with zero actual annoyance, reaching her hand down to help him up.
Gently, aware of the metal plate at her forehead, she ducked her head slightly to very carefully nudge her forehead to his. "I'm glad," was all she could say, something warm and fluttery in her chest. He was fine. They were fine.
God, so much of her was hopeful. That tiny, horrible itty bitty cynic deep inside her head kept humming away though, sing-song warnings that she shouldn't be too hopeful, shouldn't get too relaxed. But moments like this made it a bit easier to hush it up by drowning it out with that warmth. So she lingered there for a moment, lifting her head back up just to stare back at him, memorizing, reconfirming the images she already had in her mind.
But her knees weren't too happy about kneeling on the ground for so long, cold as it was. She eventually winced, needing to push herself up to not be leaning over him, and then finally forcing herself to her feet amidst clinking metal, rustling leather, and more winces as her legs protested via pins and needles. "Okay, you haven't done nearly enough work to have earned that break. And now you've got a handicap for your advantage till the circulation returns to normal in my legs. C'mon," she huffed with zero actual annoyance, reaching her hand down to help him up.
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It was brief, just a comfort that they both settled into for a moment before they had to snap back to reality. He was tempted to push his luck but seemed to think better of it as she already started to move off of him.
"Aw, c'mon," he protested, tone playful, "I thought I might have earned it with that little move." He then flashed her an innocent smile as he took her offered hand and pulled himself up and onto his feet again before they started back into the sparring session.
Back in the present...
"Babe?" Dominic called just before popping his head to peek into the newly furnished nursery, his vibrant blue eyes immediately softening as they landed on his wife. To think he actually managed to find, marry, and start a family with the woman of his dreams...
He should have had a counter for the number of times he heard the word "miracle" coming from his mom or one of his siblings ever since they got engaged.
"Thought I'd find you in here," he said through a warm smile as he entered the room and made his way to her. He leaned down for a little kiss, soft and sweet and lingering just a bit because he missed her, and because he could, before he settled down beside her. His eyes briefly lifted and swept around the room. It obviously wasn't the first time he'd seen the space since they repurposed and redecorated the room, but the sight of it still amazed him. His smile broadened as he turned back to Dani.
"New favorite room?"
"Aw, c'mon," he protested, tone playful, "I thought I might have earned it with that little move." He then flashed her an innocent smile as he took her offered hand and pulled himself up and onto his feet again before they started back into the sparring session.
Back in the present...
"Babe?" Dominic called just before popping his head to peek into the newly furnished nursery, his vibrant blue eyes immediately softening as they landed on his wife. To think he actually managed to find, marry, and start a family with the woman of his dreams...
He should have had a counter for the number of times he heard the word "miracle" coming from his mom or one of his siblings ever since they got engaged.
"Thought I'd find you in here," he said through a warm smile as he entered the room and made his way to her. He leaned down for a little kiss, soft and sweet and lingering just a bit because he missed her, and because he could, before he settled down beside her. His eyes briefly lifted and swept around the room. It obviously wasn't the first time he'd seen the space since they repurposed and redecorated the room, but the sight of it still amazed him. His smile broadened as he turned back to Dani.
"New favorite room?"
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Danika blinked a few times, drawn from the past events that, meanderingly, haphazardly, lead back to this room. To this person. She grinned, beaming under the gentle warmth of the kiss, leaning into him where she sat. Only to have to shuffle over awkwardly to make room for him on her chair. Not that she objected, she snuggled up into his side moment Dominic settled into place.
"Bittersweet," she said with a long sigh--overdramatic, blatantly so--before she nudged his shoulder with her head before she rested it there. "But… yeah. It is. Which helps, since I'll be pretty much living in here for a while." Her hand rested on her stomach, the surreality of the knowledge of tiny lives forming there, new people. New goals. New conversations. New likes and dislikes. But at least…
She hummed again, nestled into her longest running partner. New routes. New choices. New conversations. But always, in the end, the same old goals--her person she could count on, laugh with, lean on… just maybe with a few new tiny humans joining them along for the ride now on.
"Bittersweet," she said with a long sigh--overdramatic, blatantly so--before she nudged his shoulder with her head before she rested it there. "But… yeah. It is. Which helps, since I'll be pretty much living in here for a while." Her hand rested on her stomach, the surreality of the knowledge of tiny lives forming there, new people. New goals. New conversations. New likes and dislikes. But at least…
She hummed again, nestled into her longest running partner. New routes. New choices. New conversations. But always, in the end, the same old goals--her person she could count on, laugh with, lean on… just maybe with a few new tiny humans joining them along for the ride now on.
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