Life is Short
Author Notes: This has been eating away my brain for the past few hours, and I decided to let it run free. Drabble. I don't know what I am going to do with it. I may continue with it, and I may just leave it as a oneshot.
The glass door slid open, and the cold air rushed into the tiny apartment. A small figure stepped onto the cold balcony, and pushed the door shut. She pulled her coat close around her body and zipped it closed. Her black hair lay in a messy ponytail, and her feet were bare. She watched as cars drove by, even this late at night the roads were still busy. She placed a hand over her engorged belly and smiled as she looked over the bustling city.
The glass door opened once more as another figure slipped outside. He quickly closed the door behind him and stepped behind the pregnant woman. He placed his arms around her small frame, and laid them atop her stomach.
"What's on your mind Panny?"
She looked over her shoulder to the purple haired man. "I miss home."
Trunks understood completely. He had left home over a year ago, dragging Pan along with, in hopes of finding something better for himself. Something better for them. All they found was a small apartment, a boring desk job, and a growing pile of bills. But they had also found an unknown love for each other.
In the time that they had been away from home they were married in a small church, and Pan was ready to give birth to their first child.
"Then lets go."
"Right now?"
"In the morning." There was no hesitation in his voice. "But first lets get some rest." He took her hand and led her towards the door.