Sam/Addison - "the unexpected"

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So Long, Lonesome
- Explosions in the Sky
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Addison takes a deep whiff of the dark curls that are covering her nose, savoring the sweet scent of shampoo and something indescribably homey. She can feel her chest swell with the anticipation of everything mounting day in and day out. It's insanity, the way things seem stagnant and yet at the same time are buzzing around her in quick streams of change- tiny fingers exploring their boundaries, trusting eyes mindfully watching, chubby legs finding more of a noticeable rhythm each morning.

For once, she feels like enough. Funny enough, worthy enough, soothing enough. She's the sun, the moon, the world rotating. All her son knows is that he loves it when she sticks her tongue out and clicks it against the roof of her mouth, and that as soon as he squirms in the safe cocoon of his fuzzy blankets that she'll be there.

All of the fears, of being more occupied with work, of not being selfless, of not being ready were for nothing. And she's still hung up on cutting, and she has moments where she has to pass her darling baby off to Sam just to inhale without fingers reaching incessantly for her necklace, and there are nights when rocking, singing, swaying, bouncing, and crying don't help. But the other memories, the squeals of delight during bath time, the babbling conversations while she sips her coffee, the quiet times they spend napping on the couch while the rain drenches the sand, they quell her worries, anxiety, and spin them into nothing more than a faint figment of her imagination.

The there's screeching, the communication of disapproval over being set down to play with toys, when Sam rushes through the door with his suit jacket over his head, water dripping onto her new rug. He hastily grabs the back of her neck, quickly pecking her lips before he drops his suitcase and situates himself in front of the new baby who has taken their world by storm.

Addison hangs back, grinning behind the edge of her warm cup of tea. Life will not be without its struggles, but she never thought it'd all boil down to this- her best friend, her baby, and the rain.

It seems too simple to be the answer, she never saw it coming.

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