Patsy sat in the waiting room, her heart pounding as her daughter slumped on her shoulder, asleep. It was around lunchtime, and the Busby's had went to the café to get something to eat. The ginger didn't move, for the sake of Ellie's rest, the poor girl not having a wink of it since this fiasco began. But she needed to find a way to calm her racing heart.
Patsy closed her eyes and tried determinedly to think of something happy for a change.
What made her happiest?
Delia. Without a doubt, without a second thought.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Patsy began to procure all of her thoughts on Delia.
Naturally, she began to think of their wedding night.
*Flashbacks*
~The sound of waves crashing on the beach through the open windows was drowned out by heavy moans and proclamations of love~
Patsy leaned her head forward and began to breathe through her nose.
~The moonlight alighted on their skin, making it appear stark white. Patsy riding Delia's fingers and coming apart at the seams, crying out her name as the brunette brought utter ecstasy to every fiber of her being~
~Delia's flushed cheeks as her dimples contorted them, smiling belatedly down at Patsy, lust in her eyes, bodies moving rhythmically against each other, pleasure suffusing them until they felt they would burst~
Patsy's heartbeat began to slow.
~Love was in every movement, the reason behind every look and touch; the tenderness in their gestures made everything even more sacred, amplifying the meaning behind the titles they had just adopted only a few hours ago~
Patsy's breathing deepened.
~Watching pleasure come over Delia as the brunette sweetly cried out, tears in her eyes before Patsy swiftly kissed them away~
The tension in Patsy's limbs began to dissipate and she relaxed slightly.
~Finally collapsing on the bed, exhausted and sweaty, suppressing their giggles as the first rays of dawn touched the horizon~
Patsy's body completely relaxed and she found a soft smile on her lips as she remembered that night in vivid detail. The reflection was not a moment of sensuality for her, but rather a tender memory, reminding her of the happy love that they shared. Glancing at the clock, Patsy returned to her silent vigil, praying that everything would turn out okay.