Michiru sunk to the floor, grabbing at the crib in vain as she tried to catch herself but she hit her knees and a sob ripped through her. " Please say yes, Haruka! I want this with you!" Michiru's hands flew to cover her mouth as she gasped, tears already flowing. Any composure she had was gone. She didn't know what she'd expected. She never intended to share that painting. She never would have asked for a child if she hadn't spoken to Usagi.
Usagi had encouraged her, supported her. She felt foolish as she stared at the blonde in front of her. " Haruka... say something" Her voice was pleading, shaky. She needed to know that Haruka wasn't going to reject her or run. That was her greatest fear. That Haruka would leave.
Silence met Michiru's plea, Haruka just stared at the incomplete painting, hand reaching out, stroking the hand of the faceless woman, her mouth dropping open slightly with a shuddered breath. Michiru felt exposed as the blondes eyes shifted from the painting to her. Michiru's eyes were filled with fear, longing, sorrow and love for the woman in front of her.
"How long have you been hiding this pain, Michiru?" Haruka's voice was soft, waivering, as if there was a lump in her throat.
Michiru looked away from Haruka's searching gaze, she couldn't tell her that she'd had this longing for more than a year, that she'd hid this from Haruka. They had never kept anything from each other, no that wasn't right, because she had kept this from the other woman. Michiru closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. " Little more than a year..."
Haruka's knee's gave out, Michiru heard her hit the ground, and looked at the other woman. Haruka's eye were filled with disbelief "How could you not tell me, Michiru?" Haruka's voice was filled with betrayal and something akin to anger
" Haruka, I wanted to tell you... so many times... but..." Michiru tried to hold back the sobs. " It was never a good time, between your races, my concerts and Hotaru..." A violent shudder went through her body. " I'm sorry... Haruka, I'm so sorry."
Michiru curled into herself, she couldn't hold back the sobs that tore through her any longer. Here it was the rejection she feared most, She wanted to run but she just couldn't get her legs to work with her, they wouldn't listen to her silent plea's.
Michiru felt arms wrap around her shoulders, then found herself being pulled forward and her face buried into the crook of Haruka's neck, she didn't give it a second thought before she started clinging to the other woman. Fingers twisting into the fabric of Haruka's button down shirt. " I'm sorry, so sorry." Those words were all she could say.
" Shhh. It's okay, Love." Haruka's soft brassy voice cut through Michiru's terror. This wasn't rejection, this was acceptance. " I wish I'd seen it, that you were hurting so much. I'm sorry I was blind" Haruka rubbed her back, she could feel the subtle rough texture of Haruka's hands through her camisole. " Michiru, if it's what you want and Usagi has given her blessing... " Haruka held her at arms length, teal met ocean blue, a charming grin came to Haruka's lips. " Will you have my child, Michiru Kaioh?"
Michiru laughed, a full bell like laugh, tears still spilling over " Yes! Of course, Haruka, I want nothing more than to be the mother to your child." Michiru flung herself back into Haruka's arms. " I love you, Haruka." Michiru's arms clung to Haruka's neck
Haruka's breath hitched in her throat. She'd just agreed to have a child with Michiru, and somehow deep down she got the feeling that it was a marriage proposal too. She let the thought go, holding Michiru tight, kissing her hair, " I love you too, Michiru."