Good Times, Bad Times

8 - 00h02min 1st of January 1989 -

- 00h02min 1st of January 1989 -

Tony paced around with the cellphone in his hand, waiting for Ana to pick-up.

He'd gotten Anna a cellphone a while ago, just when he bought his Motorola DynaTAC 8500XL, reminding her that he would need to talk to her when he was away with his parents, as the girl always affirmed she would never come alone with him in his trips, affirming that his father hated her deeply.

"Come on, pick up," he crossed his arms.

It was another moment until he heard her on the other side, and Tony let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Hello?" the woman sounded sleepy on the other sound.

"Hey," Tony smiled. "It' me."

"Tony?" she yawned. "Is everything okay?"

He felt his face reddening from embarrassment.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "I called to say... Uh... Happy New Year."

She made silence for a moment, glancing at the closest clock.

"Oh, yeah... Happy New Year. Shouldn't you be partying?"

He shrugged.

"I missed you,' he confessed. "How are you?"

Anna laughed on the other side, groggily, and Tony bit his lip.

"I'm gonna let you sleep," he laughed. "I just wanted to..."

"Be the first one talking to me in 1989?" she joked.

"Yeah," he confessed, laughing in nervousness. "Okay, good night, then."

"Good night," she sounded like she had a smile on her face.

"Anna..." he called serious before she could even pull from the phone away from her ear.

"Yes?"

"I love you," he blurted out.

Anna made silence on the other side for a long moment, and he didn't know if she was surprised or something negative.

"I love you too, Tony," she whispered.

He felt himself relax.

"I see you soon," he smiled openly.

"Bye."

He ran a hand over his face, leaving his phone aside, and jumped in surprise when he felt a hand on his back.

"Mom?" he frowned. "How long have you been here?"

In her bed, Anna was staring at the phone, completely speechless.

He... Loved her.

The baby's kick made her move her eyes down and cover her stomach with her hand.

"Oh, come on," she rolled her eyes. "It's not like I could touch him and just search in his mind and find out about it."

Anna took a long tired breath.

"Well... I could. But I don't do that stuff, not any more," she affirmed, both to herself and her baby girl. "And you won't do that. I won't let you. I read the letter my parents wrote. They were chased... Apparently almost killed. I can't have that happening to me or you, it's too dangerous," she shook her head. "And I don't even know if you are like that. You can be just like Tony. Smart and normal. You won't have to be hiding or controlling yourself everywhere you go, in everything you do."

She caressed her skin just over she knew her baby was, feeling herself warmer inside just a moment before a little hand pressed against her palm.

"Trust me, Y/N," she whispered. "It's for the best."

She stood in silence for a long moment, and started giggling, covering her hot face with her hands. Gosh, she was flustered!

"Tony loves me," she said out loud. "He loves me. No one has ever said they loved me, Y/N! But he does!"

She closed her eyes and rested her hand over her stomach again.

"He really does."