Had to reupload due to technical difficulties. I apologize for the inconvenience.
I had plans to publish a different story, but it turns out that one needs even more work than I thought. So I decided to bump up this short drabble, but next week's story is a pretty long one so hopefully that will make up for it.
I wrote this after the announcement that we would be meeting Meemaw on Big Bang, but before we knew basically anything else. So if Meemaw's characterization is… a bit different from the show's, you know why (I didn't have as much of a problem with Big Bang's Meemaw as other people, and I think it's closer to Annie Pott's portrayal than people might think, but I digress). Enjoy!
Original publish date: January 13th, 2016
Meemaw spends the whole evening quietly watching Sheldon and Amy from a distance.
She sees her Moonpie, whom she's loved so dearly but always worried that he'd never find someone to truly connect with, lightheartedly debating with his girlfriend on what the best element is as they set the table for dinner. He brushes her arm now and then, grinning besottedly at every move she makes. Everyone is talking and laughing together, but Meemaw knows that all through the evening, Shelly has eyes for one girl only.
Then when it gets late and everyone parts their ways, Meemaw finishes cleaning up the kitchen while from the corner of her eye she watches Sheldon bid Amy goodnight. They're smiling at each other like the other person is their whole world (like her own husband used to look at her, she thinks), and then Sheldon leans down to place a shy kiss on her cheek. They exchange "I love you's" with a hint of longing, but nonetheless Amy turns to head home with a promise to text him when she gets there safely.
Sheldon closes the door with a sigh, then slowly turns to face his grandmother head-on, who by now has given up on feigning ignorance. With a sweet smile, Meemaw beckons her boy closer, and he moves to join her at the kitchen counter. There's a hint of timidity in his gait, and she slides him a glass of warm milk, a beverage which always calmed his nerves as a child. Because she knows, and she wants him to know it's okay.
Taking his hand across the island, Meemaw declares with a twinkle in her eye, "You're getting laid, aren't you?"