She is Wonder Woman
This could be just another time when we won a case, put the bad guys behind bars, and went for a celebratory drink. We would talk, smile, drink red wine and reminisce about past cases, friends, partners and loves that are long gone. Could be one of those nights when she is just happy. She has someone to go home to now - a son she absolutely adores. Maternity becomes her and I could swear sometimes she literally seems to glow. There is something that emanates from her, a light, or it could be just the sparkle in her dark, kind eyes.
I try not to fantasize too much, but I always do. I dream of kissing her, slowly undressing her, making love to her, protecting her and her son and everything she holds dear.
I said to myself, this is going to be the night. I am going to drop the façade and tell her how I feel. How I see a future with her, with Noah, with us.
And here we are. At the usual place. I look at her and God. She is so strong yet vulnerable. So gentle. So fair. So beautiful. The sweet firmness that she irradiates. She is like Wonder Woman, she is Wonder Woman.
- What is it, Rafael? - She asks, with a smile I can't decipher.
- Liv, I... - I was ready to pour my heart out, when she got a call on her cell phone.
- It's the nanny... Rain check? - she said, already putting on her coat and getting ready to leave.
- Go, Liv...I'll...I'll finish the drink and go home too.
- But you were saying... - she asked, with a sparkle in her eyes, almost like she knew what I was going to say.
- Nothing that can't be said tomorrow. Go home to your son, Liv.
And off she went, leaving behind the smell of her perfume, the image of the lips I wanted to kiss, the cloud of dark hair I wanted to caress, the body I wanted to drown myself into...
I finished the wine, and walked home thinking that tomorrow I'll tell her how I love her. How I admire her. How I need her. How I see her.
She is Wonder Woman...