A short Mary introspection about her fear of silence. Enjoy.
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Silence.
It was the worst sound in the world to her.
When she was a kid, silence meant that her sister was asleep and that her mom had finally passed out drunk in her room. When she was a teenager, silence meant that her sister was doing homework and that their mom had passed out drunk on her bedroom floor. And when she was an adult, silence meant that her sister had locked herself in her bedroom and their mom was passed out drunk on the couch.
Funny how much silence had to do with bad memories. Solitude was her friend; silence was not.
And yet, here in the present, she didn't mind silence so much.
Silence meant that her children were sleeping or playing quietly, and usually that her husband was watching T.V. or reading a book.
Her heart sped up a little at the thought of him. Even after all these years, he still had the ability to steal her breath away. And that, to her, was a very good thing.
A pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around her waist, and Marshall nuzzled her neck. "Hey, Mare," he whispered. "What are you thinking about?"
She shrugged. "Nothing really. Just enjoying the silence."
He arched a dark brow. "The silence?"
"Yeah."
Pressing his hips to hers, he brushed her hair back. "The kids are in bed. Why don't we…"
Before he could finish that thought, she turned around and kissed him desperately. Silence used to be a frightening thing to her. But now that she had her family, she was realizing that it wasn't so bad.
And as they kissed, there wasn't a sound to be heard throughout their home.
The End!
A/N: Aww. I just adore those two. Thanks for reading, and please review!