(Harper's POV)
I danced around the kitchen, moving my hips back and forth, swinging my head about the room, throwing my hair everywhere. Using music as my workout guide, I worked on producing all the happy hormones I knew my body needed.
One of the first things my music teacher taught me, when I was only a little girl, was the difference music made on our emotions. Although I knew that already, she explained it in such a way I'd never imagined possible. I never thought music would affect our bodies so seriously.
"What on earth are you doing?" Dezi's voice stopped me in the middle of my move, I turned to face him with a grin, crazy hair and all. He laughed, dropping his briefcase onto the floor.
"Listening to music from the fifties. Happy music." I bounded over to him, pulling him into the room, and attempting to drag him into my dancing fun. "Producing all the happy hormones."
"I can think of better ways to produce those hormones," he smirked. I lightly hit his chest, abandoning my attempts, and going back to my dishes. With a laugh, he began to sift through the mail on the table. "Happy music huh? Were you sad?"
"No, but happy hormones are important, our body needs them." I gave him a teasing smile, whipping my hair around the room again, then wiggling my eyebrows at him.
He let out a bark of laughter. "Sweets, I love you, and you play piano amazingly, but you should leave the dancing up to Willow."
With a gasp, and a dropped jaw, I whipped him with the dishtowel in my hand.
"Did you have practice today?"
I shook my head, drying the dish in my hand, "My instructor says too much practice is a thing, she suggested I do something else today. The concert is tomorrow." I reminded him, sending a pointed look over my shoulder. "Are you coming?"
"If my boss will let me," he promised. "I definitely want to be there."
I nodded absentmindedly. Desmond had made it to every concert he could, so far.
"What's up?" Dezi asked, I pulled myself out of my thoughts to see him push the mail aside and watch me attentively. I hummed in response, gaining a playful eyeroll. "You're lost in thought. What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, I just zoned out. We should go on a walk." I decided, changing subjects entirely.
Desmond, hardly fazed by my lack of concentration, nodded and stood from the table. "We could do that."
He grabbed a jacket for himself, and one for me while I put on my shoes. The he took my hand and led the way outside. The air was still slightly chilly, as spring made its appearance. But I was grateful for the warmth the sunlight gave, awakening the trees from their winters slumber.
"I think spring is my favorite time of year." I announced.
"Really? Not Christmas?" he teased, squeezing my hand in his.
"Well, I was thinking more season-wise. My favorite holiday would defiantly be Christmas."
"If you were a season, it would be spring." he decided. Then, with a teasing grin, he nudged me with his shoulder. "You're such a springy person."
I sent him a playful glare, but wasn't able to keep it on my face for long. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You're so dammed happy all the time, practically bouncing off the walls."
"I think the word you're looking for is perky, not springy. I'm not even sure that's a word."
"It is," he declared. "Because I decided it is."
I rolled my eyes with a chuckle, and went back to watching the scenery.
There were tiny buds on the trees, just starting to open. Little blades of green grass pushing past last years dead grass. Birds began to sing from afar, filling the air with a sound we had gone without for the winter. The earth itself was still thawing from colder months. It wasn't quite warm enough to wear dresses all the time, although I had missed my dresses through the winter. My legs chilled under the evening breeze.
"I'm so excited for a mini you."
Dezi's voice brought me back to reality. I blushed at his comment, under his curious gaze.
"Really? Do you think we'll have a girl then?"
He shrugged, running his thumb across my finger. "A boy with your energy would be quite the handful."
"But not a girl?"
Again, he shrugged. "I don't know. Willow's little girl isn't so overwhelming. Neither are you."
A loud laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. "But neither of us are teenagers."
My comment brought him to a full stop, bringing me to an abrupt stop as well. I tilted my head to get a view of his face, fully expecting a sudden panic at the possibility of raising teenagers. I was pleasantly surprised to find his expressions very calm.
"I'm not worried." He informed me. Then, pulling me closer, he leaned down and pecked my lips. As he began to pull away, I rose on my toes and tilted my face to get a better kiss, simply not satisfied. He welcomed the kiss, and when we pulled apart he wore a teasing smirk. "But, lets just say I'm glad I didn't know you as a teenager."
"Why not?" I asked, trying not to get offended.
"With that energy, and these hormones, there is no way we would've stayed out of trouble.
I wasn't sure whether to laugh or defend myself, but my dumbfounded silence sent him into a fit of laughter. Making me realize just how true that was.
A/N:
Another short chapter, I know. And no, I don't have much of an excuse. It seemed like a good spot to finish though, and I've had writers block, and this was the perfect chapter to cure it.
Updates will still be few and far between. I have to many full time jobs to have hobbies. My brain is goop lately in attempt to survive life.
What are your thoughts on this chapter? Guesses on the next chapter?
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My Darkest Hour
General Fiction(ON HOLD) Follow Harper, one of the happiest people you've ever known, and Desmond, who seems unapproachable, as they try to expand their family. The newly married couple struggles to get pregnant. Will infertility damage their new marriage? Will th...
