"Out with the old, in with the new. Just sit back and enjoy the view."
Enjoy the View ~ David Choi
Waterlogged
The rain came down and ruined what was left of the cake. Relena stood in the middle of the downpour, forgotten plate in hand, attention rapt on the commotion that had erupted in the yard. People scurry in all directions around her, hurrying for the shelter of the porch. A plastic twosome slide slowly from their perch atop the cake, along an icing river bound for the damp grass, smiling all the while. Another clap of thunder sounds, loud and booming, vibrating in her chest. She hears the peel of Noin's laughter, high and lovely in spite of her currently flooding wedding reception. Wet dress, wet tux, wet hair, the bride and groom are huddled under the gazebo in the middle of the back garden and Milliardo's expression is softer than Relena has ever seen it as he looks at his new wife.
To her left she can see Quatre trying to help Duo reign in three bouncy toddlers, their wives looking on with amused expressions. The children run and laugh and splash, delighting in the thrill of the chase as their fathers close in. Pagan, a smile gracing his old features, is just finishing bringing the happy couple's wedding gifts into the house before they are ruined by the rain. With Trowa's help, it looks like they've succeeded. She watches the scene play out with a smile as the warm summer rain continues to fall on her, streaking its way down her face. Remembering all the hours spent planning and organizing and decorating and watching it all be washed away, she can't help but think that it's really kind of…perfect.
She can see her friends-her family—talking under the low overhang of the porch just a few yards away. She can't quite make out the words over the still driving rain, but she knows what she would hear if she could; Duo's cracking jokes and Hilde's rolling her eyes and Dorothy is making everyone feel a little uncomfortable. And they'll be laughing. Suddenly, the rain stops falling on her and she looks up, finding her favorite pair of blue eyes, stormy as the sky, with an umbrella in hand. Heero tucks a lock of damp hair behind her ear.
"You're soaked." He points out, voice slightly playful behind the stern expression. She only smiles up at him and he places a warm had on her rounded belly. Its wonder she sees in his eyes, and love and joy and just a little fear, when their child stirs beneath his touch. He smiles back at her.
"Let's go in, Relena." He says, taking her hand. Standing on her tiptoes, she places a damp kiss on his damp cheek and they begin walking towards the voices of the others, the rain pitter pattering a steady beat on the umbrella.