It's Della and Donald's birthday AND it's Pride month so here's a Dellumbra fic I was gonna publish anyway! It's a sequel to "Lovesick and Carsick Solidarity" and "Robots and Space and Love" among other things. Before you comment that it's ALSO Donald's birthday so where is he, I promise his pride month fic is coming. Maybe if I get my crap together it's coming tomorrow (as a belated birthday present for him) but it's not written yet so who knows lol.
Sorry it's so short but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
In an absolutely mortifying turn of events, Della was preparing to confess her feelings to her crush because of prodding from one of her teenage sons. As an adult woman, she felt childish even using the word crush to describe her feelings for Penumbra, but those feelings were certainly real. Those feelings had been real on the moon and they were definitely still real down here on earth.
So why had Della let those feelings go unspoken for so long? She used to be so outspoken, outgoing, and brave. But she felt so nervous around Penumbra, so willing to leave things right where they'd been when she was on the moon. She'd thrown herself into being a mom and pretended that Penumbra was nothing more than her best friend. But Louie had encouraged her to stop pretending.
So when she'd sent her boys inside the house to head to bed she stayed behind with Penny.
"Can I talk to you a minute? Della asked.
"Of course. We must debrief after another successful mission, after all."
"Penumbra, we took the kids to an aviation museum, we don't have to debrief about that."
"Then what do we need to talk about?" Penumbra asked, seeming a little concerned or possibly concerned.
"I want to talk about us," Della said nervously.
"Ah. What about us?"
Suddenly the words were tumbling out of Della's mouth, "Penny, I really like you. In a romantic way. Like WALL-E and EVE."
Why had she said it like that? This was so embarrassing…
Penumbra was silent for a painfully long time.
"I've only been on one date before, and I wasn't the biggest fan."
"Oh…" Della turned away and Penumbra caught her arm and pulled her back.
"But I think it would be better with the right partner."
"Oh!" Their faces were inches apart.
"Penumbra, can I kiss you?"
"I would like that."
Later, Della would learn that her kids were watching from the window. But for now, she was lost in the kiss, over the moon with a sense of romantic bliss that she never thought would be brave enough to enjoy.