The waves were slow tonight.
In... and out... in... and out...
A pattern. Consistent.
Tatiana slumped against Zeke. She twisted a finger though the fabric of his shirt, sighing as she watched the sea.
Ezekiel was like the waves, she decided.
Every week, he would go back to work at the military base, and every week, he would come home to her open arms. He left when he had to and came back when he said he would. In, and out. In, and out. A pattern. Consistent.
Tatiana was not like the waves. Tatiana was more like... the moon. Yes, the moon. She was always there, always keeping things running, always waiting for her Zeke's return, but she was always different. Just like the moon and its phases, Tatiana was a little different each day. Whether it was leading a service in the village church or reading to the children, she was always changing. New moon, quarter moon, full moon.
Tatiana decided she liked this.
Just like the moon, she was the one who brought her waves- her darling Zeke- in and out. Base and home.
Together, they made a pattern. Consistent.
Zeke pressed a soft kiss into her hair as he gazed at the moon. Tatiana sighed and nuzzled into his chest.
They wouldn't have it any other way.
Repost because the formatting was WACK. Thanks to CitrusChickadee for pointing that out to me!