Authors Note: This fanfic is based on the shot of Haruka and Michiru sitting in a café, feeding baby Hotaru just after they defeated Mistress 9. As most of you would know Hotaru comes to live with Haruka, Michiru and Setsuna later on but this is my reflection on Haruka and Michiru's early relationship and their need for a family. This is Michiru's POV, if I get enough reviews I may do a second chapter for Haruka. I apologise in advance if this is kinda sappy. Don't say you haven't been warned (unless of course you're one of those people who skips the author's note and jumps straight to the story. don't worry I used to do that too).
Disclaimer: I don not own Sailor Moon (Kinda wish I did though) I hold no creative ownership over the characters in this story only to the ideas I wrote on the page.
Summary: Michiru reflects on what she wants, and what she thinks she can never have.
To Wish For 'What If's'
She held the tiny bundle to her breast, relishing in the feeling of the small child she held in her arms. Watching as a pair of violet eyes looked up at her, the baby in her arms calmed at the sound of her beating heart.
She looked up meeting the teal eyes of her lover, wishing the fantasy she held in her mind could be true. That when they took the little girl back, her father couldn't have her. Then she could step in and say "We'll keep her."
They could be a family together, the three of them. They could find a house with a big yard, watch as she learned to walk and push her on the swings. Hear the laughter and see the tears that came with raising a family.
But Michiru knew that it was only that, a fantasy.
They'd take little Hotaru back to her father and he would welcome her with open arms. A second chance with the daughter he condemned to death.
She and Haruka would go back to their condo and life would go back to normal. It would be the scream of a daimon, not the cries of a baby that would pull them from their bed in the middle of the night.
And they would fight, not just with the daimon but with each other as well. They would make up, make love. Michiru would play and Haruka would drive, they'd make like they didn't know that the other was in pain.
That's how their relationship worked. They loved each other more than life, but talking about things that really mattered usually ended up as a screaming match. Slamming doors and a night or two on the sofa.
So they left the pain alone, aware of it, but dealing with it in their own ways.
So here it was, a new thing for Michiru to pain over, the memories of the week they'd had.
The people who'd stopped them in the street and cooed over little Hotaru, telling them how brave it was for a gay couple to raise a child. Of being a family, of having someone completely dependant on her, someone who didn't lie. A week of unconditional love and watching her lover hold a dream that Michiru thought they could never have.
Handing Hotaru back to her father, Michiru realised, would be one of the hardest things she would ever have to do.
Then Haruka put down her cup and leant down to pick up the bag beside the table. "Come on love, we have to go." Michiru smiled sadly,
"Yes" she replied yet at the same time wishing that one day maybe her fantasy could become reality.