(For purely aesthetic reason - I prefer a line above and at the bottom of the chapter. And this one, requires no trigger for hurt)
"Maura?"
"Yes, Jane?"
She trails her fingers along her arm. Her arm resting across her abdomen.
The weight of her arm keeping her grounded against all terrors, and all elements.
She inhales, she exhales. Focusing on the stars flickering up above.
She presses a kiss to her shoulder,
"Thank you for being with me, here."
She smiles.
She can feel the light in herself and in her love growing steadily stronger; both learning to be themselves, and too, there for each other.
She turns to lay on her side, and to rest her cheek on her shoulder.
She finds her hand in hers.
"Thank you for being with me too, here."
Her smile meets hers.
I love you –
She thinks, and she thinks, as they both plant kisses to spots and areas of hurt, and of healing.
Her kissing the raised scars on the back of her hands; her kissing the faint scar along her neck.
And their joined hands rest atop a steadily growing child.
One they can both usher into the world with the promise that yes,
Their mommies will be, okay.
The stars shine a little brighter up above, and an answering almost kick is felt.
Her eyes widen a little at the startle; whilst her chuckle assuages all of her fears.
"We'll be okay Maura," she holds her closer; their shared warmth keeping out the cold.
"I think we already are Jane," her smile meets hers, "I think we already are."
They watch the stars.
A/N: Told y'all it'll be all okay - comfort is near :)
Thank you always, for the time, and your kindness in reviews. The magic of this piece of writing, this whole story titled Conversations, really wouldn't work without this shared background of what we have of rizzles and, I'm thankful for this outlet of inspiration and comfort. I myself am aware that these chapters reflect a little of my reality, of my own life situation, moods, and mentalities, and, I'm ever humbled and grateful for the opportunity to at least somewhere, express emotions that require working out (perhaps) or simply requiring expression.
Maybe someday I'll manage writing their getting here - but for now, being in the moment's enough; and they are, they are both here.
And there's peace, there's comfort. The simple steady inside of life in you and me. Danke, mon amies :)