Intertwined

How to Listen, How to Talk and How to Move Forward

A/N: This is the longest I've had between chapters. I have the next two already started. This year has definitely been a roller coaster and I wouldn't have gotten through it without some of the incredible people I've met through the fandom and here on Wattpad reading my story. Thank you, always.

TW: mention of miscarriage and anxiety.
Oh and there's some spicy 🌶️ bits in the middle.

I slowly opened my eyes and expect to see red hair but I was met with an empty space. As I adjust my eyes to the soft light and sit up, I hear piano chords floating up the stairs.

Mia's voice hums as she goes back over a pattern of chords a few times. I quietly get out of bed, sneaking down in the hope I can watch her before she sees me.

I smile seeing Mia with a pencil in her mouth, listening to a song play on her phone. She pauses the song and marks the notes on sheet music, her tongue poking out a little as she draws the notes she just heard. She puts the pencil through her messy bun and starts to play what she has written on the two pages of sheet music.

I watch as she closes her eyes and her shoulders relax, her body swaying lightly to the rhythms she creates, her wrists flexible and her fingers easily gliding over the keys. She stops and then returns to the start of the song, this time beginning to sing along.

I try to unpack it
My thoughts moving slow
All the doubts creepin' in
All the things I don't know
I pour water in oil
And the flames start to rise
How could I be naive when
It's us on the line?

[Pre-Chorus]
But you hold me with all that you have
And tell me, "I'll never look back"

This is the promise I can make
To want you then want it all more
Each sweet mistake
If hurt people hurt people, I hope
I'm healed enough
And hopefully one day
You'll forgive me for
Falling in love

She stops and pulls the pencil back out of her bun. I wipe my tears that were forming and Mia turns when she hears me sniff.

'Oh good morning sweetheart,' she opens her arms for me and I walk over to share the piano stool where she pulls me in for a cuddle.

'That was a gorgeous song,' I smile and give her kiss, 'can you play it again for me?' She looks at me with a loving smile and pulls me into her lips, her hands gently holding my face. I hum in the pleasure of her touch, her lips on mine and move my hands underneath her shirt from her waist to her back.

She releases her lips from mine and I can't help but sigh at the loss of contact.
'Here sweetheart,' she places my hands back around her waist and motions for me to lean on her shoulder, so her arms are free and she rests her hands on the keys ready to play, 'comfortable baby?' She asks and I nod my head.

She plays again and this time progresses to the second verse and chorus. I hear a line

'I haven't an ounce of maternal instinct...'

I sit up and watch her face, but she keeps singing softly and playing with ease. Her voice is heartfelt, but scared and I've forgotten to pay attention to the rest of the lyrics, just watching her eyes and her expression. Then at the chorus again, Mia looked peaceful and loving, but sad. She finishes, turns to me and purses her lips, biting the inside of her cheek.

'Was this your way of wanting to start a conversation?' I ask her, brushing some hair from her eyes and holding her hands.
'Well, I was thinking I might practice it for a few days and it would help me work out how to talk about the fertility results we got last week,' she looked a little nervous and cleared her throat.