✔️ Body and Mind 3

30 under 30

For the next months, Anya was just focusing on her work, enjoying it now even more since she could work on all of her researches together with David also at home and appreciating his practical outlook on life overall.
He didn't seem to get fuzzed mostly by anything and had great respect for her not only as a scientist but as a person as well.
She knew he would one day be a great dad and they would easily agree on anything related to raising children together.
But what she appreciated the most about him was that even though he wanted kids as much as she did, he still had no issue with the condition she gave him.
When they spoke that evening about it, Anya did reassure him so many times that she would absolutely understand if he would say no, that it would actually only make sense if he did.
But that it's just something she needs to be honest with him about.
Something she knew she would have to do if it would come to it and that it's better if he knows about it from the very start.

On that, he told her that he expected it anyway, and as much as it is not ideal for him, it is worth the risk.
As always just being practical. Weighing his options and coming to the conclusion that he would rather wait and have kids with her than just to find another woman like his ex-wife who would not understand why he keeps forgetting about their anniversaries.

They became each other's closest friends, adding some benefits here and there but mostly focusing on work that they both loved so much.
And even though they were not in love with one another, they were genuinely happy and content together.

Anya also finally stopped trying to force herself to drink the mint tea and replaced the image on her desk back with Archimedes, eagerly wishing her Fields medal nomination will actually turn into a real medal. In her hand. She really hoped she will be able to feel the weight of the metal in her hand, knowing it belongs just to her and that she deserved it.
For all those nights when she sneaked a book into her room to read way after her bedtime.
Even when her parents found out about it and kept them locked in a room, giving her access only during the day. Not knowing that she just went to a group of way older boys asking them to teach her how to pick a lock for doing their homework for a month.

She very well remembered how they all burst into laughter, letting her know that it's a long time since they left school, one of them pulling on her pigtail braids sticking out of her winter hat.

-Well little one, we already graduated high school. Already earning money, you know?

-You don't seem to be earning much if you sit here in a park in an early afternoon, drinking alcohol.

She raised her chin to look more confident than she felt and ostensively eyed the bottle in a brown paper bag that one of them was holding.

-Well that just means we have plenty of time to do whatever we want. College is actually for idiots. Not the other way round.

-That just means you have jobs where you need to get up early in the morning, or late at night, working shifts. And those are usually not paid that well.

-Hey skid off before we stuff you into one of those containers!

One of them snapped and angrily pointed at the park's trash bins.

-That is not a container. Containers are the larger ones, like for recycling.

The one with the anger management issue stood up, making a threatening step towards her with a deep growl but she didn't move an inch.
His friend pulled him back, telling him to calm down, and eyed Anya with obvious curiosity.
She didn't dodge his gaze and realized she knows him from the local grocery store as he was one of the employees re-stocking the shelves.

-How old are you?

-Seven.

Anya said and straightened her back, trying to look taller but it only made them laugh at her.