Come Back to Me - Part 13
Title: Come Back To Me
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Summary: Post best/worst wedding of the year.
A/N: Hi guys. Sorry for the delayed update. Hope you enjoy it.
COME BACK TO ME - Part 13
The drive back to the house was a silent one though not uncomfortable. Pepa tapped unconsciously at the steering wheel, stealing glances at her wife from the corner of her eye. A small grin ghosted her lips. Silvia had rolled down her window and was leaning against the car door, savoring the wind blowing against her face, red hair whipping carelessly around her. Pepa thought she looked absolutely beautiful.
“Eyes on the road, Pepa,” Silvia murmured, having felt Pepa’s gaze upon her. She rolled her head slightly to bestow her wife a wry grin before turning back to the open window and closing her eyes, loving the feel of the fresh breeze caressing her cheeks.
Pepa chuckled but focused her attention back on the road, drumming her fingers to a tune in her head as she stopped at a traffic light.
“Pepa?”
Pepa’s head cocked slightly as she turned to look at her wife. “Si, pelirroja?”
“Can we go visit the graveyard tomorrow?” Silvia bit her lip, as she awaited Pepa’s reaction.
Pepa sighed heavily and reached up to toss bangs out of her eyes. She briefly closed her eyes. “Ok.” What else was she suppose to say? No more words were exchanged as the light turned green and Pepa stepped on the accelerator, tearing out of the cross junction.
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Pepa pulled the car into the garage and killed the engine. She got out, closed the door and immediately went over to the passenger side to open the door for her wife, biting down a laugh as Silvia rolled her eyes at the chivalrous gesture. She closed the door behind Silvia and drew her into her arms, relishing the feel of Silvia’s warm body against hers.
Silvia ran soothing hands up and down Pepa’s back, nuzzling her face into the taller woman’s neck. If there was one thing Silvia had liked about staying at the hospital it was that they had somehow managed to create their own little world. The mafia, how they would go about their daily lives, their doubts and fears, it all remained outside the little bubble of bliss and ignorance whilst Silvia was still hospitalized. But Silvia had felt the atmosphere shift and darken the minute they stepped out of the building. She noted the tell tale slump of Pepa’s shoulders, the way her wife was dragging her boots on the ground as they walked to the car.
Silvia gently kissed Pepa’s neck in comfort. “I love you,” she whispered against velvety skin.
Pepa pulled back a little to look into Silvia’s eyes. “I love you, too.” She lovingly reached up to trace Silvia’s cheek. Then she gently untangled herself from her wife and went to pop the trunk, hefting up a duffel bag. Shutting the trunk, she made her way back to Silvia and entwined their hands together.
In silence, they walked up the garage steps and out into the sun. Climbing the small flight of steps that ended at the front door, Pepa dug into her jeans pocket and fished out her keys. She slid it into the lock and turned the knob opening the door slightly.
Silvia maneuvered her way around her wife to proceed to go in when Pepa’s arm on her elbow stopped her. She turned inquisitive eyes onto the taller woman, eyebrow arching as she watched Pepa physically fidget on the spot. “What’s the matter?”
Pepa blushed. “Urm…well…” She fumbled for the right words. She gestured at the door with her other hand. “I never got to carry you through the threshold.” She blushed a deeper shade of red.
Silvia smiled, touched and amused at the same time. She pressed her frame against Pepa’s lanky one and brushed her lips against her wife’s. Then she stepped back and held out her arms.
Pepa looked confused for a small moment before realization dawned on her. She bit her lip, looking uncharacteristically shy then smiled brilliantly at Silvia before pushing open the door wider and tossing the duffel bag inside. Then she bent down slightly and hooked one arm around the back of Silvia’s knees, the other wrapped around Silvia’s back. She lifted carefully, gently, feeling Silvia’s wrap her arms around her neck. Not being able to resist planting a kiss onto her wife’s lips, she did so as she carried Silvia into their house.
Silvia rested her head on Pepa’s shoulder, utterly charmed and touched by the gesture. Still in her wife’s arms, she let her eyes roam across the living room, taking in its familiarity. She giggled slightly as Pepa’s boot caught against the edge of the carpet and she stumbled slightly before regaining her balance and deposited Silvia onto the couch.
“Hey now, don’t drop me,” Silvia quipped.
Pepa laughed and went to close the door before coming back and sitting down next to Silvia. She brushed a few wisps of hair from Silvia’s face. “How are you feeling?” she asked quietly.
Silvia’s hand unconsciously reached down to palm the bandage on her stomach. “I’m ok,” she replied reassuringly.
Pepa nodded and stood up holding out her hand to the smaller woman. “I’ve got a surprise for you in the bedroom.” Her eyes lit up as she spoke, a wide grin etching her face.
Silvia raised an eyebrow but grasped the offered hand and allowed Pepa to tug her up and lead her to the direction of the bedroom. She gasped slightly as she saw a trail of seashells leading from the beginning of the hallway and disappearing around the corner. She looked up at Pepa who smiled back enigmatically in response.
When they got to the bedroom, Silvia gazed at the scene before her in astonishment. Seashells adorned the floor, dresser and tabletops. The wall behind their bed had a mural of a sunset painted on it. Deep rich colors of red, orange and yellow yawned out against the walls, dipping and merging into each other. The horizon had speckles of a magnificent royal purple that highlighted the stripes of a darkening blue.
The other three walls that made up the side and the front of the room formed a mural of the sea. Beautifully painted waves arched up and folded down on each other, frolicking against smaller waves tucked under the bigger ones. The waves were painted blue-green, the combination of colors creating a sense of beauty and realism. The white outlines and white peppering of paint above and outlining the waves signified the ocean sprays.
As for the bed, well the bed was a remarkable sight as every inch was covered with sea lion stuffed toys, big and small; their colors ranging from caramel brown to hot pink. Silvia covered her mouth, tears filling her eyes as her body trembled.
Pepa caught the movement and wrapped hesitant arms around her wife from behind. “Are those happy tears or sad tears?” she asked tentatively.
Silvia swiveled in the circle of Pepa’s arms, bringing the taller woman’s head down for a passionate kiss. They stayed in each other’s embrace for long moments before pulling their lips apart slightly, breaths ragged. “Happy tears,” Silvia confirmed. She turned her head back to assess their newly redecorated bedroom in wonder. “How?”
Pepa grinned. “I got your dad to help. Apparently, he knows someone who knows someone, who knows a painter.” Pepa spared a brief moment to really take in the images having only seen the work in progress. Now admiring the finished murals, she had to admit that they really were beautiful. “He did a good job.” She nodded in approval then gestured at the seashells. “Remember that day you kicked me outta the hospital?” Pepa asked dryly, though the smile on her face smoothed away the ire in her tone.
Silvia nodded, unable to speak.
Pepa grinned. “Well after I cooled down, I told Paco that I wanted to go to the beach. I spent the day just picking out seashells.” She laughed at the memory. “I was starting to run out places to store them, I even took off my boots to collect the seashells in.” She looked down at Silvia, who had renewed tears brimming in her eyes at Pepa’s grand act. “But you know I would do anything for you,” she finished softly, reaching down to cup her wife’s cheek.
Silvia turned her head to kiss Pepa’s palm. Then she sniffled and pointed at the bed. “What about those?” she asked, giggling slightly at the ridiculous amount of stuffed toys on their bed.
Pepa chuckled. “I wrangled in Sara for help.” She shook her head as her eyes picked out a maroon sea lion with yellow polka dots propped happily against a pillow.
Pepa returned her gaze back to Silvia, eyes shining with love mingled with a bit of sadness. “I know we never got a chance to go on our honeymoon because of what…” she paused, inhaling an unsteady breath before continuing. “But I thought that this could be a start.”
Silvia sniffled and leaned against her wife, wrapping her arms tightly around Pepa. “This is beautiful, Pepa,” Silvia whispered. A few tears traced a path down both cheeks. “I love it. Thank you.” She pulled away to look up at her wife whose own eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “We will go on our honeymoon, I promise.”
Pepa smiled, though it was rather bittersweet. “Si, cariño,” she replied. “Someday soon huh?”
Silvia nodded in affirmation. “Someday soon,” the redhead vowed.
Wanting to lift the mood a little, Silvia stepped out of Pepa’s arms and walked over to pick up a sea lion, which for some reason was a hideous shade of neon green. Cuddling it to her chest, she nuzzled its soft fur then giggled. “Pepa what ARE we going to do with all of these?”
Pepa, finally assessing that Sara had gone a little bit overboard, chuckled deep in her throat, walked over to kneel in front of her wife and bestowed a heartfelt soft kiss onto Silvia’s lips. She glanced at the stuffed toy cradled in Silvia’s hands, wrinkled her nose in distaste and shrugged helplessly, all the while smiling up at her wife. She lifted one of Silvia’s hands and pressed her lips gently over her wife’s knuckles.
“Thank you for coming back to me, Silvia.”
THE END
A/N 2: Yes, no joke. It’s the end. The whole point of starting this story was to get Silvia outta that gods awful cellar, into the hospital and back home in one piece. Ok, well she may leak when she drinks now but hey she’s alive! *ducks flying chair* Hey, now who threw that? You didn’t think the story was gonna go on forever did you? Y’all would have gotten bored! Ok, ok, I might be inclined to do a sequel or I might do one off stories. We’ll see. It all depends on my studies. Got assignments starting to pile up and sadly they have to take top priority. But I would just like to thank you all for reading and being patient with the sometimes late updates. I greatly appreciate all the time y’all took to post a comment; they were great motivators to write the next chapters. Thanks everybody!