AN: Un-beta'd. Written in about 10 minutes. Song is The Luckiest by Ben Folds.
Rachel closes her eyes as her fingertips meet the ivory keys. She finally broke him down and let her buy a piano for their living room, and she's going to savor every moment she has to play.
She hears him clapping as he walks in the room when she finishes the sonata she's been practicing. He sits on the bench next to her and kisses her temple. "That was really good, babe. I should learn how to play, huh?" Rachel beams up at her husband, running her hand along his jaw.
"Yes, Noah, I think that's a very good idea." She leans up to press her lips lightly against him before patting his cheek and getting up to start on dinner.
He spends the next few weeks teaching himself while she was performing. He gets his fingers situated with the keys and slowly develops the dexterity to form chords and play runs of notes.
One day, on the radio, he hears the perfect song. He speeds home, looks up the song, finds the sheet music, and puts it on repeat. He practices over and over for days, sending her out on pointless errands to find a few more moments to work on the fluidity of his fingers.
She cones home early from work one day to find him sitting on the piano bench. Her eyebrow quirks up as she settles into the chair next to the piano. "Noah, you've really been teaching yourself? That's wonderful!"
He ducks his head a bit, smiling down at the keys. "Yeah, babe. I actually… I want to play you something." She bites down gently on her lower lip, nodding slowly. "I… it's kind of to show you how much I love you, you know? How important you are to me.
Smiling, she nods again and he flashes her a grin before positioning his fingers on the keys and beginning.
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
