CORRESPONDENCE RECIEVED. ⟶ @sunreflected.
⟶ “ did you wanna tell me something? ”
SOFTER PROMPTS, accepting.
RESPONSE . . . DISPATCHED.
there's a soft fluttering in her stomach, a feeling that’s incredibly rare to her. in order to better deal with the feelings swirling around inexplicably, lily takes frank’s hands in hers. his hands are indicative of all the hard work he’s done over the last four hundred years, and the feeling of the skin so calloused and rough against hers is a COMFORT. they’re hands attached to the great love of her life, how could they not be as well loved as the rest of him? thumb traces back and forth against his skin, and a soft smile finds its way onto her lips as her head hangs in a fashion that’s entirely uncharacteristic.
she loves him. she loves him so very much. lily hadn’t pictured herself married. not ever ❪ to be married would be to lose, as her parents had passed while she’d been so young — how could she possibly have further thoughts on the subject? ❫, she’d never seen herself married, yet here she is. lily’s standing here, holding her husband’s hands in hers, and there’s NO REGRET. fear, perhaps, but she’s dealt with fear with such frequency that it hardly bothers her anymore.
of course, she finds herself quite afraid right now — lily’s silent for a long moment, simply holding his hands in hers. HE GROUNDS HER, brings her back down to earth when she’s so inclined to soar as high as possible. frank loves her, and she’s sure of that. terror grips her, but finally she prepares to speak, lifting her head and opening her eyes, the slightest of smiles on her lips — a sign of defiance in the face of such fear.
a deep breath in, a long exhale, and finally she speaks, “i think i’m pregnant,”
