Strange Magic - trixya

Don't Go Breaking My Heart

It's been a week of pure heaven for Katya. Well, she guessed that heaven must be like this, filled with bliss.

Every day she got the opportunity to wake up every morning next to the most beautiful woman on Earth. She knew it was a privilege to see Trixie sleep by her side. Sometimes she had a funny expression in her face, other times she looked like a porcelain doll and other times, a painting. Maybe it was creepy of her to stare at Trixie, but she couldn't help it. Most of the time she was the first one up, and in case of the Midwestern, she was the last one to leave the bed, a total sleepy head. Also a whiny brat when the sun hit her face. She loved to see it.

She knew that in heaven there wasn't an angel as beautiful as Trixie. Not even Cupid could compare to her. When she was lying on the mattress, naked, barely covered by her white sheets, and her golden hair spread on the pillow she resembled a Michelangelo statue. It was breathtaking.

Fuck, she was so in love. It had her so scared, especially because it happened so fast. Even though at first, she resisted so hard not to fall -at least that was her imagination-, she had failed. Now she knew she was fucked, because if something happened between them, she would be crushed.

She felt like she was living in a perfect illusion, and it made her so scared that the bubble might burst and it was all a precious dream, that she was going to wake up and Trixie would be nowhere to be seen. In the back of her mind she knew she might be exaggerating, but her anxiety was a bitch, making her think the worst outcome possible.

Still, there she was, like a fairy floating all over her house, spoiling Katya with caresses and kisses. Her home was filled with joy thanks to her laughter, filled with love with her warm food and her flirting eyes infusing her with want. They were acting like newlyweds, on their honeymoon. The New Yorker was getting used to it, so much that it was terrifying.

Things were happening that made her hopeful about their future and relationship -that was uncertain so far. Trixie had found a lawyer and she had started the process to file the divorce with James. Katya drove her to the nearest city and kept her company through the procedure. Obviously it was going to take some time for the Midwestern to be single legally, but finally, James was going to be out of Trixie's life. As expected, he wasn't that happy about getting the divorce, but eventually he started to collaborate when he finally realized that he had definitely lost her.

For now, Trixie was going to stay with her, it was an unspoken agreement that had unravelled naturally after their talk a week ago. She was more than happy that she had stayed with her. She could have stayed in another of her friend's or a relative's home, but instead, she chose Katya.

The book was doing great so far and they were pretty close to finishing it. Trixie had the excellent idea of visiting her grandparents farm, so Katya could have important details about the house. Unfortunately, she learned that only Trixie's grandmother was alive. The Midwestern called her and told her about their project, and the elder woman seemed so happy at the prospect of seeing her granddaughter.

Katya was kinda nervous of meeting someone very important for Trixie, but at the same time, she knew it meant a lot for her angel. It was going to be interesting, to say the least.

***

When Katya's car pulled up just a few yards away outside of her grandma's farm, Trixie was hit with the melancholy of her childhood. It made her smile a bit, remembering all of those years as a kid playing with her cousins, when her grandpa taught her how to play the guitar on their porch, how she learned how to cook beside her grandmother in that big kitchen. All of them were happy, and she held back a tear that wanted to escape thanks to that powerful feeling.