Drabble || Young Love {Future Drabble}
wc: 300 This came to me about 30 min ago while I was out to lunch with my mother for her birthday—so I wrote it on a napkin. I really, really need to start carrying a notepad. x.xRose Belikov remembers what it was like to be young and completely, totally in love.. She understands the way the brush of your hand against his makes your breath catch in your throat and your heart start to race while a million butterflies erupt in your stomach—because even after being with Dimitri for so many years, she still feels that way whenever he touches her.
Over the years she had watched her daughter and Isaac Ivashkov—who she loved like a son—as they grew and matured, catching them gazing longingly in each other's direction, only to glance away blushing in the event they were caught in the act. She'd seen the look of amazement in their eyes when they casually touched, and the way they always gravitated towards each other, like iron shaving to a magnet—but she held her tongue, waiting for them to figure it all out on their own. That's why when everyone was gathered together for a family mealand she saw her daughter discreetly slip out of the room followed a moment later by Isaac, she didn't say anything. She just watched them silently, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement, her lips curling up in a small, secretive smile when she heard a door down the hall quietly closing a moment after their hasty exit.
Her amusement, however, was very short lived.
A few minutes after they'd escaped for their little tryst, when Christian appeared and announced that dinner would be served as soon as the missing teenagers turned up, her smile immediately faded, a scowl taking its place. Handing Hannah over to Dimitri, she stood up and heading for the hall to round up the two lovebirds with a determined expression on her face.
She could appreciate the sweet sentiment of being young and in love—but not when it interfered with being served Sparky's meatloaf.