We Will Meet Again {Prism & Dj//Arrows}

[cameo]

Guilt. That's the only thing I can feel now. Guilt over what young Deja's going for, despite my only role being to protect her. But most importantly there's guilt over what I've done to Prism. There's no doubt this tough little Redhead will make a comeback, leaving my only worry upon the love I left behind. How could I of left him? To die alone, or at the very least get cared for by someone other then me. Is he going to get blamed for killing that man? He doesn't falter from my mind for a single second as I watch the sleeping child for days on end. 

It was me that wanted to rummage through just one more house. I held the brilliant idea of breaking the lock to the basement. Sure it was both of us that immediately had to save Deja, but I brought us there in the first place. Do I regret it? Certainly Deja wouldn't of been helped so soon, making me grateful for that. But Prism was shot, and I murdered another. My head's in a permanent whirlwind, and my inability to get any shut eye isn't assisting. Is he the one being shipped off to punishment? Or was all understood?

A knock at the door startles me to no end. I hesitantly pull myself from the seat, I've rarely budged from, and I make it to the front door with even more cation. Have they caught me? Am I going to be sent to my final doom? Something inside of me reassures me that it's nothing bad. Prism told me this was a safe apartment, and I trust him more then anyone else in this Panem...and oddly enough, it's my second most trusted that I spot out the window.

"What are you doing here, Sophia?!" My voice is suddenly a bit chipper as I pull her into Prism's apartment, and envelope her in a large hug. We've been friends since I joined the dance group a couple years back. She's a brilliant dance teacher, and an even better friend. There's no describing the relief of her being here, though it does raise a bit of confusion.

"Prism told me to come here if you two ever disappeared...haven't seen you two in like four days." She explains, quite baffled herself. "Where is he?" Just like him to be pre-prepared. 

At first, I don't want to tell her what happened. All I want at this moment is Prism. To curl up next to him and discuss the horrible things that occurred. Which then gives me too stupid of an idea, that I still take anyways. "I have to go to him." A question might of been given my way, but I'm far too distracted. "Can you watch Deja for me? She's detoxing in the room over there. I'll explain when I get back." I frantically explain before dashing out to not waste another second. My love is waiting for me, and my chance has finally arrived. I don't care how dangerous this may be. 

Instinctively I head straight towards the hospital; with a hood around my bright red-locks, just incase information has seeped out. My feet quickly shuffles before the other, and my steps are nearly clumsy with how fast I'm attempting to walk. I can feel my heart pounding against my ribs, and it's not due to the cardio going on. Each second that goes by, yard that I pass, is a bit closer to the one I crave. But my movement halters from going any further once I reach the hospital doors. 

Every employee in there may of been warned about me. I could be stopped before I even reach my love. But it's a risk I'm willing to take. Those red locks get stuffed further into my hoodie, and I begin my search. 

Tears jolt to my eyes as I feel hopeless in finding Prism. My back leans against the closest wall as I huff in the sobs wanting to come out. Did they already take him to be questioned and tortured? Did he die from the bullet? I want to crumble to the floor in defeat, until I barely spot blonde locks behind the creek of a door. Prism. Instantly I push myself from the wall for a closer look, and immediately welcome myself in when I recognize those beautiful features. 

The door closes behind me, as I now lean of that for support. Seems like my legs are going to collapse beneath me, though I force myself to his bedside. I'm speechless. Prior to  anything else I engulf him in an embrace, and delicately place my lips upon his as tears stream down my cheeks. The fear of never seeing him again was overwhelming. "Prism..." I manage to get out while my hands gently hold onto the sides of his face. "I'm so sorry I left you." My lips find his again as if they were magnets. 

"How are you feeling?" I question next, with no care in the Panem if I were in trouble. Now that I've been able to kiss him again, they can take me away for eternity...though I'd hate to leave his side. "I love you so much." Instinctively comes out while I curl up against his side.  

[Arrow]

Prism Nixton

"Promise me that no matter what you hear. That no matter what you feel. That you will run and you won't look back. For all I am is just another bad boy."

The time passes incredibly slowly. Every. Passing. Second. Is. Agony. The pain isn't even the thing that agonizes Prism's ripped and faltering soul. It was the fact that someone far away surrounded in the darkness of a busy district his love with hair as bright as his love for her was alone. She was carrying for a girl they had both rescued. A girl Prism should be helping DJ with. He just wanted to see her. To feel her gentle touch against his freezing skin.

Visions of her laughing, of her dancing, singing, being high, all dance vividly through his head as though they were on some sort of cosmic castes player. They flicked and changed with each mechanical beep of his heart monitor. One that had created a pure tone three times to many for his liking. One that he would keep beating purely for the selfish fact that Prism needed to see her again. No matter what the cost. She was his everything. He would even give up all his pot and money if it meant one more second with her.

She was his high. Without her he felt like he was caught within a white hospital vortex of lowness. He needed her lovely lit hair to find his sullen eyes. To bring bright light back into his needed eyes. He needed color back in his life. He needed his reason to keep his heart beating back. He needed Dillon Hartman, now and forever.

The sound of the door clicking open sends Prism sitting straight up just like it always does. He always bets that it will be her shining face to greet him, but just as every other time before he is left pain riddled by the annoying face of another middle aged nurse. One that simply runs through standard check up procedure then just leaves. Leaves him to the depths of his sorrow.

Prism could still hear his Father's screams of scolding as the doctors had dragged him away. Once again Prism had gone and some how "ruined" his Father's life. He never was good enough for anyone. Except for DJ, she excpeted him... she... she actually loved him where his father would never. She filled the hole in his heart that he thought would never be filled. She was his knight in shining armor, if only she would ride to his side once more.

Just as the thought vanishes the door squeaks open again and Prism rolls his eyes to the door expecting another nurse. Yet what he sees makes his mouth drop and threatens to bring tears to his eyes. Once again his Dancing Queen had found her way to his damaged heart. She never could cease to impress him. She was truly mysitfyingly perfect in every single way.

Within seconds she was within his arms as their scents swirled together to create an aroma of love. One that vanquished the scent of sadness that once dwelled here. Prism nearly laughed as she apologiezed between every gentle peck of their soft heated lips. Even now she was an angel to him.

Carefully he raised his hand to caress her cheek as he grinned lovingly at her. "You don't to know when to shut up do you?" Once again he kissed her before speaking again, "I will never be mad at you, you never have to apologize to me. I love you too much to care and I always will. So I guess you are going to have to get use to me if you can."

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[cameo]

There's no preventing the clatter that comes forth from my teeth. Not a single inch of me is of the colder temperature, yet the overwhelming sensations I hold makes it feels as though I'm freezing. All I want to do is warm Prisms's brisk skin with my touch, which is exactly what I proceed to do. Anywhere I can provide comfort, my fingers land upon. I'm unable to describe the feeling of knowing the love of my life is not waiting at death's door. Internally, I swear to never leave my rightful place by his side again. 

A grin seeps to my feature when he implies that I don't know when to remain quiet, connecting our lips quickly after. To think I thought I'd never get the privilege of his breathtaking kisses again. More tears fall down my cheeks at the mere thought of not finding him in here. That alone crushes my soul into a million pieces. I find no interest in conversing as long as his lips are plastered to mine, and I'm provided the comfort of his safety. Everything's going to be okay. 

He tells me there's no need in apologizing, that our love is too powerful for him to ever be upset with me. Truthfully, I could careless. Nothing he says will take away my guilt of leaving him. All that matters now is that we're back together, and nothing can tare us apart. I will gratefully get used to never losing him again. 

"Already have." I reassure while my smirk stays upon my cheeks. Can't believe he thought I haven't already. Instantly my legs join him on the hospital bed, so I can snuggle beside him. "I'm so glad you're alright." I whisper out as I try to control the sobs wanting to erupt. Both my arms wrap around him, never wanting to let go. "What happened...you are going to be okay, right?" Unfortunately I have to pause myself from assuming the best has occurred. 

[Arrow]

Prism Nixton

"Promise me that no matter what you hear. That no matter what you feel. That you will run and you won't look back. For all I am is just another bad boy."

The way DJ's body is plastered up against Prism's body sends shrills of excitement through every part of him. Even his broken and wounded parts of him feel as though they could lift him and up and let him go running twenty miles with no stop. The energy that DJ's supplies to him can only be described as electrifying every time their lips touch a spark of pure electric love surges through his bones as though he was some kind of love factory. Producing for her exclusively, forever and always.

As he finds himself lost within the blue beauty of her eyes all he can see is a girl who is too good for him. Yet here she lays by his side swearing her love to him in return for his own. He can see as their old and battered selves begin to fuse within the light of this moment. No longer are they two non-functioning gears, now they are two major components in a larger machine.

Then deep within the blue of DJ's irises he sees an imagine that makes a grin of white light flourish from beneath his pink lips.  He sees DJ holding a child, a baby, he sees her glowing with an expression of pure happiness. Then he swears he can see his blonde hair on the baby's head and that does it. Now he can feel tears beginning to leak down his cheeks in small ringlets of joy.

It is in this very moment that Prism finally knew he wanted to spend every single day he had left on this world with her. He didn't ever want to be seperated from her again. He needed her, there was no denying this. His Father would have to get over the fact that she wasn't from money because just as Prism had done all his life he would be defying his rules of marrying a rich girl. He would marry the angel that so gracefully swept his heart away in the single dance they shared back when they first met.

Slowly his hand fiddles around pulling something carefully off of his right hand. He can feel his heart racing and he can hear the corresponding beats of the heart monitor beside him. So annoyingly he disconnects himself from every wire on him as he forces himself onto the floor next to DJ. It is there that he blushes and pulls himself on one knee.

His voices shakes as he looks his gorgeous girlfriend in the eyes, "Dillon, I realized something while we were apart. I realized I can't do this without you. I can't carry on living without being wih you. Without knowing you will always be there to catch me when I am not strong enough to carry myself. So I want you to know that I will always be here to do the exact same for you." It was then Prism slowly revealed the golden ring his mother had given him before she died, the thing he had held closest to his heart for all these years. Now he would give it to the one who had his heart.

"Dillon Hartmen will you stay with a sorry excuse for a person like me. No matter what we face in our lives? Will you be my wife?"

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[cameo]

Truthfully, there's only one thing within this Panem that I'll ever require. And this person is enveloped within my grasp, and I refuse to ever lose hold of him again.  I couldn't describe the comfort he provides me, even as he remains weakly at my side. At least, that's as far as I assumed while tracking to his location. Predicted the worst, only to be faced with more then I could of eve hoped for. Though fear still runs through me as his heart monitor begins to beep loudly, and he pulls out the wires observing his condition. 

First thing that runs through my mind, is that something must be wrong with him. Is he being hit with overwhelming anxiety? A heart attack? The moments we've shared flash before my eyes, as if it were the both of us at the threat of dying. He stumbles from the bed, and I feel as though my heart fell along with him. Though instead of dropping to the floor, he gracefully collapses on one knee. My heartbeat stops with confusion. 

With a full heart I listen to each word that seeps from his precious lips. His need for me, only intensifying my desire for him as well. Instinctively I knew these were no last words of a dying man. No, Prism was setting up for something much bigger then that.  I'm speechless, and the ring he presents doesn't help me formulate my words. The thing that gets me the most, is how much I recognize the precious piece of jewelry he's laying before me. This was his mother's.

 A second later the word I were never expecting, though now know is about to come, arrives forth. He wants to marry me... "Only if you get back in this bed." I decide to tease, as tears stroll down my face like a waterfall. Both of my hands grip his shoulder to pull him back to where he belongs. Automatically my lips greet his' once he's beside me again. "Of course I'll be your wife." Is declared as though it's obvious. I lay him back in bed, while my legs straddle around him to make sure he won't be moving anymore. 

"But you need to be a good boy now." I taunt while sweeping my red locks over one shoulder. Would be a shame to by pass a time that he's weak under my love. Without wasting another second I reconnect our lips, wanting to provide a nice distraction to what the pain killer's weren't covering. And there's also no denying how much I've missed him and his touch. 

[Arrow]

Prism Nixton

"Promise me that no matter what you hear. That no matter what you feel. That you will run and you won't look back. For all I am is just another bad boy."

The way Prism felt as the stupid girl he had fallen head over heels for accepted his proposal was indescribable. He had never felt as happy as he did in this moment. Even when he took it upon his self to raise Diamond he never truly felt this way. He was finally needed by someone. Finally a light in someone's eyes instead a fire that needed to be stomped out as soon as humanly possible by his feriocious beast of a Father.

Prism had to admit he enjoyed the utter look of terror and pure confusion that had riddled DJ's face when he slumped out of his prison of a hospital bed. He was pretty sure that she was just about to go running into the hall screaming bloody murder about him having some sort of cardiac arrest. Now that would have made for one hell of a funny story to the gorgeous kid Prism had seen within the loving glow of her oceanic eyes. It was a scene he would never forget. A scene he would eagerly be awaiting for as long as his heart beat along side her's.

Even with tears flowing like silver vines from the springs of her diamond lined eyes Prism could tell that all DJ felt was pure ebullience. An emotion he desired her to feel and to know for every day from here on out. He wanted to give her a life that she could wake up smiling to. He wanted to be everything she wanted whenever she wanted. For his angel of a fiance he would do anything to please her.

It didn't take long for DJ to drag Prisms frame back into its place on the bed and for their lips to lock once more. Prism had to admit he quite enjoyed the way this picture seemed to be heading. However he didn't want to push her too far in such an emotional moment. Sure they had participated in actions like this before but he really didn't want to ruin the mood by being a naive little teenager. So he decided it was probably best to test the water.

Gently he caressed the small of her back with his right hand as he tenderly pecked her lively lips. He could feel the radiance of their love spiraling in every direction throughout the room. Prism felt as though the world was in total peace and in fact was excited about the fact that his soul and DJ's were going to be joined together forever more. I

Prism let out a small chuckle at her teasing jokes and he gave her slight peck on her neck. "Now, now who are you calling a boy because all I see in this room is a patient and one smoking red head." Prism laughed again as he pulled her lips against his own and embraced her entirety. There was not a single thing wrong with her. All that he could see was perfection as far as time could stretch. Beauty that could never be explained by the formation of words. All he saw was Dillon Hartman.

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[cameo]

When I was younger, I constantly heard stories on what it was like to be in love. Thing is, that's all they were to me. Stories. Then I slowly grew older over time, and the female acquaintances around me began falling head over heels for any cute boy that gave them attention.  I witnessed the brawls and heartbreaks that would unravel before them, was blessed with the privilege of swearing off never giving my love away myself. Well, that's until Prism easily changed my perspective. Now I can picture ripping out some girl's hair for even looking at him in a flirtatious manner. How we all mature so well over time. 

The knowledge that he only wants to be with me till the day we pass on, does provide great comfort to the jealousy that could so easily be evoked from me. My grin stays wide, even through our kisses and overwhelming love. Since I have him back within my grasp, I refuse to ever let go again. I don't care if the truth is discovered by the morning, and I'm taken away from before a marriage can even occur. All that matters is this moment, the connection we share, and I'm determined to make it memorable. 

Fortunately, the worst isn't presented the next day. After a breathtaking night between the two of us, I learned that all fault was placed on the man that had shot the love of my life. Permission was even granted to us to care for his daughter, to nurture her back to health and raise her till she's of age. Our first child together when only a marriage proposal has taken place, yet I wouldn't alter this in a single way. We're finally a family, which especially comes true when he returns home to us. 

Weeks go by without another bit of drama. Together, we push Deja though the treatment of getting better. The love we share for this tiny Redhead is unimaginable, somehow bonding us even closer. Everything simply feels perfect, too perfect. And I'm fully aware that this positive streak will not last forever. 

Sickness falls upon me just as I'm certain we're running out of luck. I find my head stuck within the brim of the toilet, while my stomach turns in brutal knots. Did I catch something? Because there's no possible way those couple of shots last night, are capable of cursing me with a morning hangover. Slowly I slump up to the bathroom sink, desperate for a concoction that'll make me feel better. It's at the moment that my eyes come across an unopened box of tampons. And it dawns of me that I haven't been in need of any of those in quite a bit of time. Crap.

Forcing myself past the discomfort I feel deep within my core, I travel through the empty apartment and out the door. I have to know for sure. Maybe stress has gotten to me, and I'm just a few days late. My steps are frantic and rushed, carrying me to and from the store faster then I'd prefer. And before I even realize it, I'm back in the bathroom with my pants around my ankles. Please only be a scare... I'm not ready for this. 

I stuff the test down the bathroom garbage, refusing to not take another glance at the result. One look was enough, especially since I already knew it deep inside. I want to puke again, though nothing comes up. How is Prism going to react to me carrying his child? Something tells me he won't be upset, yet I'm still as scared as I've ever been in my life. I hear the door closing out in the living room, which must mean he's arrived home at the perfect moment. This time my breakfast does make a second appearance. 

"Hey..." I greet while closing the bathroom door behind me. The words want to spill from my tongue, though they don't seem to formulate. Instead my mouth stays ajar until I finally close it. "How are you?" I try to play it off as though it was just another day. My feet automatically drag me over to the kitchen, to begin preparing lunch, despite my desire to smell nothing of the food variety. 

[Arrow]

Prism Nixton

"Promise me that no matter what you hear. That no matter what you feel. That you will run and you won't look back. For all I am is just another bad boy."

The day was still fresh as the light was shimmering softly against the grey cascading clouds of a new summer's day. All around Prism the sound of silence and the occasional blow of a factory whistle added to the total tranquility of the moment. His feet created a sort of bass as the echoed slightly off the grey colored walls of the buildings around him. It was days like this that made Prism find the courage to put up with all the shit life had to offer. It was days like this that showed him that no matter how far down in hell you are that the sun will always eventually light your way back to happiness.

As Prism turned the corner he could already see the small apartment building of his destination rising slowly upon the black road horizon. Already Prism had a smile creeping onto his face as his fingers twiddled happily with the brass ring that hung so perfectly upon his finger. In his mind he could already see DJ smiling her usual breath taking smile as he walked in the door. He could already feel the duties of his other rich life fading into a long lost mist. 

With a simple twist Prism turned the handle to his apartment door and walked happily inside. Although small and not exactly luxurious, the apartment made Prism smile all the same. It was his true home, the place he felt most comfortable. Especially when he saw his gorgeous cherry haired fiance come strolling up to him. God how she could make him smile like an idiot, but still he loved the sensation all the same.

With a grin he told her he was fine as he leaned in and softly connected his lips to her. At this point he felt so natural when their lips were touching. He always felt as though when their lips met that he was truly living. If that was at all possible of course. Yet it never mattered it all just confirmed one thing. He loved her unconditionally and had clearly gotten the best girl in all of the world.

As Prism broke from his embrace with DJ he felt the sudden urge to shave. He sure as hell didn't want to feel prickly when they kissed again. That could be like a sin for loving! So with a sudden awkward move Prism vanished into the bathroom and began taking care of his business. However as he went to throw away his used blade he noticed something shoved deep into the trash.

Curiously Prism brought the item up and let out a laugh. A Pregnancy test. It was of course DJ's and he understood why she would try to test herself because who knew anything could ha..... That was when Prism saw the results. His mind instantly raced to the vision of the child of theirs in DJ's eyes. It was happening, and Prism felt nothing more than pure ebullience. He would be the best father their child could ever have. He would show his father what kind of man he really was.

Softly Prism walked out to DJ with a very angered look on his face. If she was going to hide it from him she would have to pay. Slowly as she faced him he held up the test. "Were you just not going to tell me!" He took a step forward. "Huh is that it!" Another step forward. "Well you want to know what I have to say about this!" Now he was inches from her race as his voice quickly softened. "I love you even more." He then pushed his lips up against the mother of his soon to be beautiful child.

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[cameo]

Don't go into the bathroom, I want to blurt out as I watch my lovely finance disappear. Of course my vocal cords have yet to rejoin me, and I'm stuck starring at the closed door that's blocking his view from me. Tears wheal up in my eyes as I try to hold onto the warmth he just provided me. That was not the last time I'll feel his embrace around me. Even if he does spot the test, he'll understand...right? Now my bottom lip quivers up as well, while I continue to fight the saltwater that's trying to stream down my face. I should of immediately told him, and that's on me.

To comfort myself, I consider exactly how I disposed of the test. Due to the shock that consumed me, I hid in pretty deep within the trash. Of course it was clean of anything else though, with nothing on top to discriminate him from glancing at it. Can only pray that he finds no reason to. I find myself chowing down on my nails, while glaring at the sandwich materials I should be merging together. Please don't hate me. Any second now he'll be retrieving from the bathroom, and I'm completely uncertain if I hope he discovers it or not. 

The bathroom door clicks shut, and I'm far too nervous to look behind me. All I have in front of me is an unmade lunch and jittery hands. I can't even look at him. How could I keep such a thing from him, if only for a few minutes? Slowly I pull my eyes over to him, only to be greeted by an angered expression. He knows. "Were you just not going to tell me!" In all the months I've known him, I've never witnessed him this furious. Those damn tears reform in my eyes, and I'm doing all that I can to not let them lose. 

"I..." My words refuse to form, and a couple of droplets manage to to stray down my cheeks. His voice breaks out again, causing me to gladly give-up on my lack of a voice. Yell at me, say anything, just don't hate me forever. I hush my brain to fully swallow what he's about to say, his honest view on all of this. It feels like my heart is about to rupture out of my body.

"I love you even more." His lips then reconnect with mine, and my heart does indeed explode. More tears collapse from my eyes, while I drown myself in his kiss. For a moment I weakly slam my balled up hand into his chest, before sinking closer into his embrace. 

"Damn you." I can only break from his kiss for a second, to let out that short sentence in an innocent giggle. Just like so many times in the past, my lips find such a dire need to remain unseparated from his. With the fear he just gave me, making me believe I've ruined it all, I deserve his breathtaking kisses. "I love you to." But I do allow a couple of things to escape, as I caress his face with my nervously-shaking fingers. "I promise I just found out...I just didn't know how to tell you." I try to explain myself while sniffling back my sobs. "I'm so scared, Prism. I don't know how to be a mom." Least I can promise to never keep anything from him again.

[Arrow]

Prism Nixton

"Promise me that no matter what you hear. That no matter what you feel. That you will run and you won't look back. For all I am is just another bad boy."

Prism couldn't help but smile from ear to ear as she began to cry those beautiful tears she always cried. Hell he was always smiling when he was with her. No matter what she said or did she always made him smile like an idiot. She made every single day better by simply being alive and being in love with him. She was his Sun and Moon, and he was her stars. He would always be there to illuminate her day like she illuminated his. 

Even as she sobbed between kisses all she did was make his heart beat faster. He had been given the most gorgeous angel from heaven to be his wife. To be the mother of his beautiful child. Prism couldn't help but grin stupidly as he held her close to him swaying softly. One simple image was racing through his head on constant repeat, except now the show was even longer than before. 

His eyes fluttered as the picture of DJ and his child he saw shimmering in her breath taking eyes flashed and began to fuse into more images. He saw them both together teaching their amazing child to walk and to talk, and the whole time they were still in love. She made such a beautiful mother. He even saw images of their elderly days sitting together over looking a forest with their hands intertwined. It was all perfect. A future he would make happen no matter what.

Softly Prism wiped the clear rivers from DJ's cheek with his thumbs as the visions began to fade. In front of his she stood shining like a lone candle in a darkened room. Her beauty was literally radiating. She truly was breath taking in every way. Every time Prism laid his lucky eyes on her he felt like he was seeing her for the first time. Feeling the same sigh of awe like he did at her dance studio. 

Then she went and did it again. Her cute little insecurity only made Prism cry as he gently planted a kiss on her head. "It doesn't matter because I already know you are going to be an amazing mother to our child, and I am going to be with you every step of the way. As long as we have each other we can face anything." As a smirk pierced Prism's cheeks he shot a small wink at his lovely fiance. "Plus I am pretty sure surviving a bullet is easier than taking care of a baby. Yet what do I know I am just a pot head." As he laughed he pulled her up against him once more and touched his lips to the golden grace that was her lips. 

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[cameo]

That breathtaking smirk graces Prism's lips like never before. Even as tears drip down my face, he's grinning like it's the best news in the Panem. Truthfully, I can't blame him. A smile of my own is plastered to my cheeks, even as more salty droplets stream down my face. To see him happy after pretending to be angered, is more then I could ever ask for. Sobs of joy stain my pale cheeks of eliminating pregnancy. We're going to be parents after never being properly raised ourselves, and I couldn't be more scared & excited. 

My vocalized fears creates water within my future Husband's eyes as well. I'd much rather have that breathtaking grin of his, but once again it's nothing I can blame him over. Raising a child with no guidance of our own is honestly the scariest thing I can think of. But with each other by our sides, we can accomplish anything with flying stars. If we can confidently take in Deja to raise, we should be able to handle a baby...hopefully. 

If Prism was incapable of providing his comforting words, I'd be a complete mess. But he's certain in the idea of me being a successful mother. A pathetic laugh escapes as I'm unable to resist crying even harder. He's well aware I've never had a mother of my own, yet is convinced I'm qualified to be one. There's no telling if he's right until I'm faced with it. But perhaps he's correct on one thing; with one another we might be able to accomplish parenthood. I remain stuck between panic and positivity. 

After a long kiss I sink into his embrace. His heartbeat loudly thumps against one of my ears as we leave no distances between us. This is home. "Damn...there goes my party life." I gently joke with a sigh that inhales the last of my sobs. "I don't mind." And in all honesty that couldn't be more true. Now with Deja and an upcoming baby, we can all truly be a family. It may be hard, but I have a feeling it'll be very much worth it. 

"You're going to quit with me to right?" I humorously question while he wipes away my dampened cheeks. "Or at least hide it from me." Guess I shouldn't completely torture him when he's already so amazing. Once again my lips absorb his, before the  side of my face returns to his comforting chest. "You're going to be an amazing father. I love you."