Redamancy ☆ DC Stargirl • Yolanda Montez (III)

Twenty-Seven

A/N: it's time >:)

Freya's POV:

Thunder rumbles outside and I wince in remembrance. The last time it rained, was the last time I spoke to Paula and Larry.

I let out a groan as I tiredly lean against the kitchen island, rubbing the side of my head in frustration.

How didn't I see through the manipulation? For god's sake, I knew the tactics! All that he said wasn't the truth!

But god, why does it feel like the truth? I hate the way he's making me doubt my relationship. I'm not supposed to worry!

Is my mom right? To have a stable relationship with Yolanda, do I have to stop being Doctor Fate? If I stop becoming him, it feels like I'm abandoning the only connection I have with my father.

But then again...my father always made it clear that he'll always support me. Through my mess-ups and my successes, all he wants is for me to be happy.

And happiness for me is having Yolanda by my side.

"How the hell did you do it, Dad?" I mutter to myself.

"So..." I turn, watching Yolanda enter the kitchen with a small smile. "having trouble finding some water?"

I weakly shrug. "I guess you could say that."

She slowly nods and walks over to the counter across from me to lean against it. "Clearly there was an influence on our...previous conversation."

"I'm sorry for randomly springing it on you." I quickly add. "Sylvester pretty much pissed me off and I thought—"

"Freya, it's okay." She reassured. "I think if we didn't have it, it wouldn't have given me the push to say this."

"Say what?" I ask, curiously watching as she picked at her sleeves until my heart sinks. "Oh. I get it."

Her brows furrow in confusion as she looked up in surprise. "You do?"

"Of course." I walk closer to her, pulling her into a hug which she didn't hesitate to reciprocate. "Yolanda, I like you. A lot. But it's okay if you changed your mind and think we shouldn't be together. I understand. I never want this to jeopardize us and the team. So even if we're not together like that anymore, I will always be there for you as a friend and—"

"What—no!" Yolanda quickly interrupts and pulls away slightly in disbelief. "Freya, that's not what I wanted to talk about."

"Oh...then what?"

She shakes her head in amusement, fixing the collar of my denim jacket. "Do you remember that night when we were searching for the hidden cameras in my room? When...my mom said all of that stuff?"

I wince in remembrance. "Yeah...sorry about that. Listen, if this is about me pissing off your mom—"

"No, no. It's not. It's just...I heard you." She interrupts and immediately I stiffen. "I wasn't too far behind when you chased after my mom but...I heard everything."

Oh crap.

She brushed the back of my hands with her thumbs. "You might not have directly said the words or said it to me yet, but back then, I still had to process it which is why it might have seemed like I didn't want to talk to you when we left my room. I'll admit, at that point, I wasn't sure what my feelings were. Like I knew for sure that I like-like you, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to say it. Especially after...you know."

I quickly nod. "I completely get it. I shouldn't have—"

"But," She gently cut in. "that night when Cameron's grandmother stabbed you? Seeing all that blood... reminded me of the time when you went unconscious after what Eclipso did to you. I was terrified. Terrified of not only losing you," She reaches to cup my face and I couldn't help but lean against her hand. "but never getting the chance to say what I've been wanting to tell you. So, I don't want to go another day—another second without saying this because who knows what else will try to tear us apart again. With our relationship, I've learned that I need to be present to really see our friends, our families, and life. It is so precious and I don't want our worries to jeopardize what we have. I never want to take our relationship for granted because Freya,...I love you."