Nora and Open
Fuck. Nora hated coming to parties lately, mostly because she couldn't drink. Because really, she always hated parties, but the not being able to drown that hatred in a bottle of bourbon fucking sucked. But it wasn't just about the parties. No... she missed alcohol. But it was all going to be worth it, she kept reminding herself, and every day got a bit easier.
Okay, no, that second part was a lie, but the first part wasn't. Whatever had happened to her... well it was a bloody miracle, and she wasn't going to fuck this one up. She had fucked up so many things her entire life, and for the first time, she was bound and determined to do this right. And not just for herself, but for Alec too, because he fucking deserved it. He was a good man, better than he gave himself credit for, and even if he thought he was nothing special, it was probably because he didn't quite realize what he had done for her.
Saved her, probably. In more ways than one.
Sighing, she realized she had lost sight of him while she had used the loo, which was a bummer because she was going to suggest fucking somewhere semi private and semi public just for the thrill of it. But Nora supposed that could wait a bit. Eventually she'd run into him again, as the night was still young, and he couldn't have gotten too far. Smoothing down the front of her red dress, Nora was more than aware that it didn't quite hide the small bump that had been developing for the last 18 or so weeks, but she didn't care. While she wasn't one to announce what was going on in her personal life, she was at the stage where she felt confident things might actually be okay, and she didn't want to hide it either.
Weaving her way through a few people here and there, Nora tried to catch sight of her boyfriend, but not before stopping a waiter to grab a glass of what she hoped was something non alcoholic. But once she caught a whiff, she knew instantly she was wrong. "For the love of Merlin, is there nothing here besides champagne and wine? This is bloody ridiculous..."