Chapter 8
I don't own PMD.
Tepig gave a loud yawn as he awoke, and Tara looked over from where she was, staring out the window. She hated herself for a moment when she felt her chest flutter at the sight of her partner.
"Hey, Tara. You okay?"
Once more, Tara had a little self-hate moment when her stomach churned.
This whole 'liking Tepig' thing is obviously going to take some getting used to.
Just because she had come to terms with her feelings, didn't mean she liked them.
"Yeah, fine. Why do you ask?" she replied casually.
Tepig took a moment to answer, and Tara didn't really blame him. She was pretty irritable in the morning, especially when she had little sleep to go on.
"Well, you just looked kinda tired. And you only stare out the window like that when you're upset about something" Tepig finally answered.
Sometimes, the way he knew Tara is more of a curse than a blessing.
"I guess something's bugging me a little..."
Tepig was silent for a moment.
"Is it about your soulmate?"
Tara's eyes widened, as she wondered how he could possibly know what she was thinking. A little privacy would've been nice, thanks!
Tepig took Tara's face as a 'Yeah, how'd you know?' and continued his questions.
"Look, your soulmate being a pokemon isn't that big of a deal, is it?" he asked, even though he knew it was probably a HUGE deal.
"Well, no..." Tara answered, shocking him. However, he pressed on.
"Then what's wrong?"
"It's... Who I think my soulmate is"
Tepig was silent. He went though his thoughts.
"Is it Emolga?" Tara shook her head.
"Dunsparce?" Another no.
"Umbreon?" A snort.
"Does Hydreigon count as a pokemon?"
"If he does, it's not him" Tara replied. Tepig nodded, he was at least narrowing it down...
"Timburr? Gurrdurr? Scraggy?"
"No, no, and ew"
Tepig just thought really hard, but couldn't think of any more possibilites.
"Well, I know it's not Kyurem or Toxicroak or any of those guys... I give up. Those are all the pokemon I know"
"But not all the pokemon I know" Tara said bravely, looking him dead in the eye.
Tepig was silent for a bit, then he suddenly understood.
"Oh... Is it... Me?"
Tara, suddenly a bit braver, took a few steps forward.
"Yes. I... I love you Tepig"
She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable rejection that she knew was coming.
"...I love you too, Tara" Tepig said, and Tara nearly fell over in shock.
"Wait, what?!" she cried, not believing her ears. Tepig gave her a soft smile as he said it again,
"I love you too"
Tara's face was red, her heart was pounding, and her mouth had gone dry. She wanted to say something, but her voice was apparently dead. She just stood there, slack-jawed for five seconds before she tackled Tepig to the ground, laughing, nuzzling his face.
Finally. Love has overcome the first, and most dangerous obstacle, confession.
Well, for two couples anyway...
