So I published a little OS to answer to a prompt I saw on tumblr but I published it on tumblr and forgot to publish it here as well.
Here it is. I hope you'll like it.
"I love to sing under the shower and now I'm standing at the mail box and my neighbor tells me he also likes [Sara Bareilles - Brave]. So embarrassing.
It's a little something, they were used to doing. A moment they share, just the two of them after a long day at work, for her and daycare, for him. They would change into their comfortable clothes and go to the kitchen to prepare the dinner as the sound of their favorite songs would play in the background, their voices singing along.
Today, it's macaroni and cheese and Sara Bareilles' Brave, Henry's favorite dish and song of the moment.
The beat starts and immediately she is moving around, her five-year old boy on her hip, in rhythm with the melody, going through the cupboard to get a sauce pan. Henry is bouncing, up and down as he claps his little hands together, his eyes closed and his mouth forming words that are closer to gibberish than actual English.
But then, they hit the chorus and that part he knows. He knows it by heart and she knows it as well and she starts swirling around, looking at her boy as they sing.
Say what you wanna say.
And let the words fall out.
Honestly, I wanna see you brave.
The result is immediate: A dance party/karaoke show in the middle of her kitchen while the pastas are cooking.
The music stops and thank God because if not, they macaroni would have turned more into a mash of pastas.
She laughs along with Henry who asks to pour the cheese because he is a big boy now and he can do it and of course she lets him and he is proud especially when she kisses his cheek lovingly and whispers "good job, my boy" into his ear making him giggle.
It's their thing. Their little something of just the two of them. A mother and son moment, she will probably cherish for the rest of her life.
But, -well, they live in an apartment and apparently the walls are thinner than what she had imagined so when the next day, she finds herself standing at the mail box, Henry running around in the lobby, his arms stretched to imitate the wings of a plane, she cannot help but blush in embarrassment when her neighbor –a dashing blonde man with blue eyes that she swears she doesn't dream about every nights- bends towards her a little, as if to tell a secret, and whispers "Sara Bareilles, huh?!"
Her only response is an awkward smile and that causes him to chuckle and God he has a charming laugh. Fortunately for her, and her dignity, Henry comes to save her from any more embarrassment with his usual cuteness. He stretches his little arm towards the man –David. She knows because she had read it on his mail box around the time he moved in two months ago.
"I'm sorry." Regina finds herself saying, at last and she brings Henry towards her, putting her arms over his shoulders. "For the bother."
The man flashes her a smile and she bites her lower lip.
"No need. I quite enjoyed it. You're quite a good singer." He adds looking down at Henry who scrunches his noise in wonder before turning to look at his mom.
"Do you think he can hear us sing, mommy?" He asks, his brown eyes searching hers and she nods with a smile.
"I'm afraid our little secret is out, my prince."
Henry giggles and hides in face into her coat and she laughs. She looks up and David is smiling.
"I should go." He says. "I have to head to work tonight so you both can sing without shame. But maybe, one day…Maybe I could join the party."
And on that note he leaves and she can swears she feels butterflies in her stomach. Something she hasn't felt for a long time.
