drina perez is lost (stilldefending) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-08-29 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | #flashback, #solo, drina |
somewhere i belong
WHO | Drina
WHERE | Maternity Shop in VA
WHEN | November 2008, morning
Her mouth was twisted into a thoughtful pout as her thumb ran over frilly pink lace. She let her nail drag across the delicate material, idly wondering if it would snag and break the thin threads. Baby clothes befuddled her. Everything was a sickeningly sweet pastel color and was made out of fleece; even the boy clothes looked like they were girly. Drina frowned and pushed the dress back onto the rack before turning her attention to a small pile of onesies folded up to her left. These were not so bad; she found a yellow one with miniscule orange puppies stamped all over the front and back. She lifted it from the table so she could inspect it closer when she felt a pair of strong arms circle around her waist. She didn’t need to see his face to know who was touching her and she leaned easily into his embrace.
“It all looks the same,” she muttered bitterly despite the curl to her lips. “If it’s a boy, how are we going to shop for him? I don’t want people to look at my baby and not tell if it’s a boy or a girl because of the outfit.”
“I don’t think you have much to worry about,” there was laughter in Heath’s voice. “because it’s going to be a girl.”
She pushed him back and turned to face him, a playful scowl plastered on her face. “Absolutely not. I’ve told you I don’t know how many times now that it’s a boy.”
Heath’s grin turned skeptical as an eyebrow quirked upwards. “And just how do you know that? You know, you keep talking like that and you’ll jinx it.”
“As a new mother, I know things.” Drina’s smile was smug and she hooked her thumbs into the belt loops of her jeans. “And we Perez women generally know everything.”
A playful laugh erupted from Heath’s lips and though he tried to stifle it behind his hand, other patrons within the shop were looking their way. “Is that so?” He grinned and took her hand, pulling her close.
His palm was over the back of her hand, fingers laced within hers, and he easily placed their hands just beneath her stomach. Even though the swell there was barely becoming noticeable, Drina felt an immense wave of warmth wash over her. It wasn’t that a she considered having a family out of her reach, but it was never a thought that she entertained often. Yet, here she was, her very own family on its way.
“You think we’ll be okay?” She asked, her smile faltering for only a second. Doubt was not something she allowed to slip outward, so the fact that it did now was more than enough to show her husband how worried she really was for the future. No one could ever claim that Drina was not a brave woman; she had been chastised on more than one occasion for rushing headlong into a brawl without backup at the ready (even to the point that she was suspended once), but the thought of bringing a new life into the world oddly terrified her. Her mother proved to be a miracle worker when raising her, but Drina was nothing compared to Suelita. She doubted she possessed half of the strength her mother did.
“Hey,” Heath’s voice was soft and he reached up to lift her chin. His touch was always so tender, the softest that Drina had ever known. “We have nothing to worry about. Nothing. Everything you need is right here,” his other hand, the one still wrapped over hers, brought their hands up together and pressed a sweet kiss to her fingertips. “I’m just as scared as you are, but we’re going to do just fine. We’ll keep the mental scarring to a minimum.”
The joke was enough to cause Drina to laugh again. With a smile still on her lips, she closed the distance between them. She allowed her lips to linger against his, her thumb trailing along the edge of his jaw. His skin was smooth beneath the pad of her thumb. Sometimes, she wondered how she managed to snag the attention of someone so attractive. He was clean cut, tall with broad shoulders, and a smile that completely lit up his features. Even more than that, he was always kind and knew just what to say to her no matter what her mood. He was passionate and held her morals in high regard -- if ever a man had been made for her, Heath Collins was it.
“If you say so,” she smirked. “We should get moving; the doctor won’t wait for us all day.”
“How much longer until we find out that it’s a girl?”
“Keep laughing, smarty pants. We’ll find out about your son in another few weeks.”