Week 9 - 10/27/08 - UDC 3 - Wes, Roganda (...and Stringy)
41. Purple
It wasn't traditional by any means, this dress she'd found for the ceremony. It was purple, simple... and it didn't matter. The color of the dress didn't matter. No, the ceremony did, and she couldn't help but be drawn into his eyes has he spoke his vows, and then she spoke hers.
It wasn't traditional, any of it, as side from the words spoken and love shared. As she looked into his eyes and smiled, and they shared their first kiss as man and wife, Roganda decided that maybe tradition didn't matter.
42. Orange
He'd just climbed down the ladder from his X-Wing when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning, Wes frowned. His wife was standing there... holding a black kitten with an orange collar. "Um..."
Roganda smiled and handed him the kitten, who stared up at him and meowed. "This is Stringy."
"Why are you handing me a kitten?" He scratched the animal behind it's ears.
"Think of it as a minor first step to thinking about other things."
Wes paused, taking in the fact that she'd been the one to broach the subject. "Really?"
"Really. Also, we have a kitten now."
43. Green
The first night back from the mission to Byss was spent watching her husband play with their kitten on the carpeted floor of their shared quarters. She'd meant it, about this being a first step to thinking about other things... and he knew what she meant, too. Not that she wasn't opposed to ever discussing having children again, just... a lot of healing and reflection had been done in the years since her life had been turned upside down and inside out.
Watching Wes tease the kitten with a green string, she could easily imagine him being a father.
44. Silver
"You've been staring at that spoon for ten minutes."
Blinking, she glanced at him. "What?"
Wes scooted his chair closer and took the spoon carefully out of her hand. "Exactly what I said. Want to talk about it?"
"Not important."
"Oh?"
She sighed. "I was reminded of something shiny on a bad day, all right?"
"How bad?"
"Wes..."
"What?" At his expression, she sighed again. "It was a flashback. If flashbacks made sense..."
"Ah."
"...and you still want to talk about it."
He motioned to their cat, watching them from the doorway with golden eyes. "Somehow, I think we both want you to talk about it."
45. Copper
Looking down at what she'd prepared for lunch without really thinking about it, Roganda frowned. These were all things she didn't like normally, but now... no, now, she was craving them. "Odd."
Later that day, and the next day after that, it happened again. And then again. On the sixth day of seemingly-random food choices, she began to suspect something was off about the situation.
On the tenth day, Wes arrived home to be kiss-attacked at the front door. It was hours before he found out why.
