Warnings: MDNI, Mention of Nightmares/Trauma, Super Short, Fluff, Slightly Awkward!Reader
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Summary: A simple little date and some easy conversation may be just what you both needed.
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The next time you see each other fortunately goes a bit smoother, a proper date at that same Cafe but without the incident of spilled beverages. You learn of her adopted daughter before too long into the conversation, an endearing amount of pride practically glowing from her.
“I'm sorry - I've been rambling on, haven't I?”
Her fingers trace nervously around the rim of her cup, guilty over swallowing up the conversation in her excitement, you're just much easier to talk to than she had expected. Though, she hadn't really expected any of this. She hadn't thought about or considered truly dating in quite a while.
“No - not at all. I like listening to you.”
She catches her lip between her teeth for a brief moment, cheeks heating up at the positive attention. It's really cute seeing her like this, happy and carefree like she should be instead of weighed down by the things that go bump in the night. She hasn't opened up about the things that haunt her - not the kind of thing you converse about on a first date… But it's easy to see there's a lot beneath the surface, even as she blooms towards the light there will always be a shadow just in the rear view mirror. Looking forward is much easier now though. Looking right at you in fact.
“What about you? What are your dreams?”
The question is vague in an almost overwhelming way, something to make you actually take a moment of consideration. Dreaming isn't a thing you've done a whole lot of in recent times yourself, part of you wondered if you even still had dreams. They're still in there though, something flickering within your chest in faint recognition. Even if it'll take time to dig itself from deep beneath the soil, it will come in it's own time.
“I guess I'm still figuring that out.”
It's a moment of true understanding shared between the two of you, a one step at a time kind of lifestyle built from whatever lurks around previous corners. A warm smile and a cup of coffee is just what was needed.
“Me too.”
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[Note: This will be a short and sweet sort of series because Grace deserves it. No smut and will try to avoid heavy angst. I mark all my fics as MDNI purely because I do not want minors coming to my account.]
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Thank you to all the wonderful mother's out there and big support to all you Tumblr mom's. Keep pursuing your passions, ladies. I'm so proud of all of you.
And special shout out to my absolutely badass incredible mom. The one person I have always been able to count on loving me even if she doesn't always understand certain things.
Okay. The amount of creepy messages I'm getting here now is freaking me the fuck out. I may take a break from Tumblr if this keeps up - it's starting to be constant.
