Charlie drummed her fingers on her thigh as she sat anxiously waiting at the table. After a while, Anya was finally let out of maximum security and the two were able to hold hands across a table, in a room filled people in very similar positions. Talking through a glass pane had been torturous, so when the day came they could finally have - limited - physical contact, it was like the gates of heaven had opened. A shining beacon of hope shined on them. Flash-forward to today, and they were just a few days away from Anya’s release. Contact would no longer be limited to a handcuffed handhold and brief, acquaintance like hugs. They could cuddle together and go grocery shopping and have dinner together. There was so much to look forward to now, and Charlie couldn’t wait. The kids were just as excited too. Once Anya got out of max, she would take some of the kids with her to visit and they had grown even more closer to the Russian as the months passed. They wanted to come with Charlie today, but the brunette just wanted one last private visit with her love.
As Charlie was lost in her dreams for what was to come, a buzzer sounded, indicating that the prisoners were arriving. Charlie stood up and excitedly scanned the line for her girlfriend, causing her to wave like an idiot when she spotted her. “Annie!” Charlie squealed and wrapped her arms around the Russian. After a couple of seconds, the guard let out a gruff that’s enough ladies, and the two had to separate. “So how are you doing? Are you excited to come home? Everything is sorted right? You’ll definitely be getting out this week?” Charlie rambled out question after question from a mix of excitement and nerves.
