A.N.: Far from my first fanfic or story, just the first by this name. Short oneshot inspired by, obviously, a cup of coffee.
She'd started taking her coffee black, when Thea was born. Otherwise, it reminded her of his tan, the shades of his skin as he smiled at her, a secret trapped behind his teeth, words unspoken every time he and Robert sat together, and it nipped at her fears.
Rebecca had never known, and the clouds at the funeral mirrored his eyes, Tommy's eyes, Thea's eyes. After that, she tried not to look at the sky during storms, tried to look away from the grey that blinked at her from above her cheekbones, his nose.
After the Gambit was recovered, she nearly spilled milk all over the counter, her hands shaking as she chose to remember, to stop running, as she took a sip and shuddered, phantom memory-hands brushing down her spine. She looked at the storm, and held her daughter close, but her fears closer.
Over the next few weeks, I plan to drop oneshots in most of the fandoms I'm part of, to get back in the game. Any suggestions as to which one to do next?
~BooksBabiesAndCats