Take Flight

How Did I Get So Lucky ?

All you can do is stare at her, your mouth slightly open but no sound able to escape it. She said them. She said the words, yet it still seems impossible, unreachable. But it's true. It is. Isn't it ? The seconds feel like hours as you keep looking into her eyes, speechless, but they don't feel heavy. How could they ?

Suddenly two hands slide up your cheeks, cupping them softly, and you can't help but slightly shudder because of the surprise, even knowing whose hands these are. There's this special smile on her face and you can tell he could never be happier, and never had been before. The corners of your lips curve up a bit as you see her that way, and it sinks in a bit more ; you are going to be a biological mother. The thought of it makes you chuckle, but the chuckle turns into an openhearted laugh, and although she probably doesn't fully understand you, Angelina joins you in your happy crisis. You need a few minutes to come down and slowly grab the hands that frame your face to kiss them.

"We are going to have a baby. Together. Can you believe it ?"

Her eyes are shining bright.

"I can't," she replies, "but I couldn't be happier."

"I know, me too."

"I have you, Maddox, and now this little one, I... I have a family. With you. With the one person I've ever loved that way. How did I get so lucky ?"

She shakes the tears peeking through her eyes away and you kiss her hands again, making her look right back at you in the second.

"How did I get so lucky ?"

You both smile, leaning against each other's forehead for a short second before joining your lips together. It's a short but meaningful kiss. You could never ask for more. This is everything. Everything you didn't know you wished for. And there go the doubts, floating away, yes, fading away. You're not sure for how long but you'll take it anyway.

"How about we still go on that hike ? You ruined my plan but there's no way I'm letting that picnic go to waste. I actually cooked !"

"Are you sure it's safe to eat ? I don't want you food-poisoned, even less now than before," you half-jokingly say, moving around to hug her from behind.

"Hey !" she instantly reacts, escaping your embrace to look at you with her fake offended face, "Stop critiquing my cooking, you !"

She harmlessly slaps your arm, and both of you can't help but laugh, maybe for a little too long, still caught up in the euphoria of the news. You finally succeed in getting a few words out after a bit, Angelina still slightly chuckling in front of you.

"Alright. I'll eat your picnic. Just this one time, though. Then I'll cook, or you'll cook under my supervision, okay ?"

"You make me feel like a child. I'm not the one who flooded her apartment while trying to cook pasta."

You roll your eyes. That woman makes you go crazy, but damn, how much you love her.

"I was distracted ! You," you point to her accusingly, "distracted me. It never ever happened to me after. And it never had before."

"So that's what I do to you then..."

She bats her eyelashes at you, over flirting to make you go mad.

"Oh, shut up, you know very well what you do to me," you say as you grab her again to hug her from behind, this time with success.

You put your chin on her shoulder, your entire body leaning against hers, feeling every move, and every breath she takes. You can't see her, though you can feel her smile. She puts her hands over the arms wrapped around her and moves your own hands down to her belly, making your heart skip a beat.

"How does that feel ?" she questions in a whisper.

You don't speak but hold her tighter as an answer.

"How do you feel ?" she keeps going.

"I don't know," you admit, "But mostly happy."

"That's what I wanna hear, honey."

You mark a short pause.

"You don't want me to say I'm just happy ?"

"Of course, I do. But I also know you too well to hope for you to honestly give me that answer. And I'd rather you were honest."

"Doesn't it upset you ? That you're the happiest you've ever been, and I'm just mostly happy ?"

She turns around again, your arms letting go of her a little bit. She still has this smile on her face. How beautiful she looks.

"Honey. Y/N. I would never be upset because of this. Never. I understand you. I understand that your feelings can be mixed up a little and that you sometimes doubt. I understand that. So I would never ask you to be just happy, I can't make you feel the way I wish you would feel. I barely have a say on hat, so why would it upset me ? I get it, I do. And I love you."

"Oh, how could I ever get a woman like you to fall in love with me ?"

The table turns and she's now the one holding you close, slightly rocking you to calm you down.

"You're wonderful. How could I resist ?"

She kisses the top of your head, and you wish you could freeze this moment forever. You wish you could on the floor, in her arms, forever. This is what you want. Resting against her brings you all the warmth, comfort and love that you've ever wished for, and hoped for. Your safe haven is her. You wish you could sink into her embrace just now, let yourself be swallowed by this ocean of happiness. You don't ever want to move, but you know eventually you'll have to.

"How did I get so lucky ?" you mutter under your breath.

You know she heard the words as she tightens her grip around you, burying her face deeper into your jet-black hair. Your bodies are like stuck together, and never could be torn apart. And in that moment, you know there is a new life inside of her and the world is a better place. The world is finally smiling to you. Finally.

It escapes from both your mouths :

"How did I get so lucky ?"

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lmao writing about love now has never felt so disrespectful towards myself but yeah anyway
doing my best here, tryna update not every two months, hope that's alright, my writings probably been better but anyway
hope it's still readable
-lou~