She moved full of grace as she danced across the cargo bay.
Always in perfect form, never slipping or faltering any. Her oversized combat boots keeping time with only music she could hear. Her long chocolate waves flowing behind her, as did the one size too big blue dress, and her whiskey colored eyes shining, when she looked up to see her big damn hero greet her. He always came for the last part of the dance, with tears gleaming in his blue eyes.
"Is that how mama danced?"
"Yes bao bei and she would be proud."
*bao bei - sweetheart baby darling.
A pet name