Bliss

by Recipe

When you first see her, you know she will be a pain in your side.

Bliss

When you first see her, you know she will be a pain in your side.

Disclaimer: I don't own this (: Wish I did, though. It's a classic.

It's my first Sound of Music fic, and a very new writing style. Reviews are required. …Aiight, not really, but I'd be much obliged. Heh.

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When you see her, curtsying to an invisible dancing partner in the middle of the ballroom that wrenches forth memories too painful –

When you see her, sitting down on a pinecone and moving the children to tears –

When you see her, orchestrating your children in a rowdy and loud chorus as the little canoe tips over –

You know she will be a pain in your side.

Your opinion doesn't change much when the children sing for the Baroness.

Nor does it change much when she performs that endearing puppet show,

Or when she presents you with a guitar and asks that you play for them –

You know she will be a pain in your stomach.

But then you hold her hands that one night, and you dance –

Dance –

Dance –

And her eyes catch yours, and you gaze right back, and you feel your breath hitch as a becoming blush rises to her cheeks –

And then she leaves.

She runs away –

– from her duties?

– from the children?

– …from you?

And you know she will be the pain in your heart.

She comes back, eventually.

And suddenly your face flushes and your palms heat and you stumble over your words, awkward, hesitant, uncertain, in a way you've never been before. You're at a loss of what to do, what to say, and – did you really just say that? God, you sound so stupid, so forward, so desperate –

And you realize, she is more.

She is the pain in your side;

The pain in your stomach;

The pain in your heart;

The pain in your head;

The pain in your soul.

Then she says yes,

And just as your mother used to do,

She kisses all the pain away.