Dancing
He could never dance; he always had two left feet. He looked like a goof when he danced and he knew it. There was never any point in trying to learn, because no matter how much he worked out, or how muscular he was, he always felt like a gawky, straggly teenager who hasn't grown into his body yet when he danced.
But he loved to watch her dance, especially when she didn't know he was watching. She was agile and graceful, a stark contrast to his dancing. She was intoxicating; her poise, the way she held herself, he could never stop watching. She seemed to fly across the apartment like a butterfly among the flowers. She was beautiful, gorgeous and she seemed so free that he almost wished that he could join her and dance along.
However, he rarely acted on this thought because none ties out of ten she would laugh at his pathetic attempts to dance with her. So he would just watch her dance, watching her be free and peaceful in the moment.
Her dancing was a rare look into the actual person, she had a tough, cold, hard, outer exterior, but when she danced it was like looking into the real person, seeing who she really was. She was strong and graceful, free and strict at the same time. Behind her tough shell, there was actually a person who cared about others, who loved others. There were two sides to her, the rule follower, who knew how to do all the proper moves and the other side who liked to be free and to just let go.
As the years went on it became one of their "things". He would watch her dance or on a rare occasion join in. He would come home in the mornings after his run or after their shifts from the hospital when she was home before him, a rare occasion, and he would find her dancing away to the music from her ipod or in her head. She didn't stop dancing now, like she did in the beginning, she would just continue on like he wasn't there.
It became one of his favourite things in the world; her dancing was something he couldn't live without. It brought joy to his life, one that he couldn't explain why or how it just did.
And now his favourite thing was to come home to find his wife dancing around the apartment with their newborn daughter tucked under her arms.
A/N: I decided to try a hand at something fluffy. It's probably not the best written story out there but I needed a break from studying for exams. I hope you all enjoy it.