Routine
Otalia Drabble
PG
A/N: I was attempting to write an update to Broken when this would not leave me alone. Enjoy.
Summary: Post-WoD
Disclaimer: I don't own. I rent.
Natalia didn’t bother turning on the porch light. The stars were bright enough and besides she knew this patio like her own bedroom. As she took the familiar few steps to the bench she realized how much more painful sitting here was going to be than sitting on the couch or at her kitchen table had been. She felt a little like Goldilocks, nothing felt right no matter where she moved or what she tried. Despite the sharp influx in ache she decided to go through with her plans to sit out here. In the quiet of the night she would allow her self-pity to consume her being and she would wallow in it. She went to settle her weight into her bench when suddenly she realized it was all wrong. The seat had hit her legs entirely too high, the back had an unfamiliar arch to it, everything about it was wrong. She shot over to the door and reached blindly to flip on the light never taking her eyes off the offending stranger sitting her on her patio. Olivia...
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Olivia made an extra effort to get up early to get Emma to school, it was her first morning doing this alone and she was determined to get it right. God knew she owed her daughter at least that much after everything her mothers were putting her through. If she was being honest with herself she knew she owed it to both herself and Natalia to get this right. She wouldn’t allow the growth they had made together go to waste, she would carry their magic into the next beat of her life.
Stepping out into the early morning sun, she took a shuddering breath that mixed with a sob as she exhaled. She felt her hand slap over her mouth as if she could keep the emotion from pouring out of her. Natalia turned, gave her a full dimpled smile, reached down to the coffee cup on the ground she had brought with her and held it up for Olivia to see. Placing it gently on the slats of their bench she stared back out into the unfamiliar view from Olivia’s new patio. “In the morning, I sit on this bench and I watch the sunrise. That is one part of my routine I don’t intend to give up.”
PG
A/N: I was attempting to write an update to Broken when this would not leave me alone. Enjoy.
Summary: Post-WoD
Disclaimer: I don't own. I rent.
Natalia didn’t bother turning on the porch light. The stars were bright enough and besides she knew this patio like her own bedroom. As she took the familiar few steps to the bench she realized how much more painful sitting here was going to be than sitting on the couch or at her kitchen table had been. She felt a little like Goldilocks, nothing felt right no matter where she moved or what she tried. Despite the sharp influx in ache she decided to go through with her plans to sit out here. In the quiet of the night she would allow her self-pity to consume her being and she would wallow in it. She went to settle her weight into her bench when suddenly she realized it was all wrong. The seat had hit her legs entirely too high, the back had an unfamiliar arch to it, everything about it was wrong. She shot over to the door and reached blindly to flip on the light never taking her eyes off the offending stranger sitting her on her patio. Olivia...
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Olivia made an extra effort to get up early to get Emma to school, it was her first morning doing this alone and she was determined to get it right. God knew she owed her daughter at least that much after everything her mothers were putting her through. If she was being honest with herself she knew she owed it to both herself and Natalia to get this right. She wouldn’t allow the growth they had made together go to waste, she would carry their magic into the next beat of her life.
Stepping out into the early morning sun, she took a shuddering breath that mixed with a sob as she exhaled. She felt her hand slap over her mouth as if she could keep the emotion from pouring out of her. Natalia turned, gave her a full dimpled smile, reached down to the coffee cup on the ground she had brought with her and held it up for Olivia to see. Placing it gently on the slats of their bench she stared back out into the unfamiliar view from Olivia’s new patio. “In the morning, I sit on this bench and I watch the sunrise. That is one part of my routine I don’t intend to give up.”