Gracija's birthday [RP for Sam and Alex]
July 4, 2007
As the taxi turns into his neighborhood, Luka can't help but feel nervous. Excited and anxious to get home, but nervous all the same. He knows Sam was angry at him for being "unable" to get a flight from Croatia until the sixth, and though he knows her anger will be forgotten once he shows up two days earlier than expected, he doesn't like the feeling. He's also nervous about seeing his daughter; he hasn't seen the one year old since his family had left Zagreb after their father's day visit and he doesn't know how much she understands of his being gone so long.
As the car approaches their house, Luka turns his wallet in his hands, open to the picture he'd shown the chatty man on the plane; newborn Grace sleeping in his arms. He smiles, traces of nervousness disappearing to make way for anticipation and excitement. It's his daughter's birthday today, and he'd be damned if he missed it, regardless of the white lie he'd told his wife.
The taxi pulls into the driveway and Luka pays the driver before getting out of the car. He has his luggage out of the trunk before the other man can even round the car, and he half jogs up the front walk. He rings the doorbell and waits, unable to keep a grin from his face as he imagines his family's reaction to his surprise.
As the taxi turns into his neighborhood, Luka can't help but feel nervous. Excited and anxious to get home, but nervous all the same. He knows Sam was angry at him for being "unable" to get a flight from Croatia until the sixth, and though he knows her anger will be forgotten once he shows up two days earlier than expected, he doesn't like the feeling. He's also nervous about seeing his daughter; he hasn't seen the one year old since his family had left Zagreb after their father's day visit and he doesn't know how much she understands of his being gone so long.
As the car approaches their house, Luka turns his wallet in his hands, open to the picture he'd shown the chatty man on the plane; newborn Grace sleeping in his arms. He smiles, traces of nervousness disappearing to make way for anticipation and excitement. It's his daughter's birthday today, and he'd be damned if he missed it, regardless of the white lie he'd told his wife.
The taxi pulls into the driveway and Luka pays the driver before getting out of the car. He has his luggage out of the trunk before the other man can even round the car, and he half jogs up the front walk. He rings the doorbell and waits, unable to keep a grin from his face as he imagines his family's reaction to his surprise.