[The ongoing significance of flowers in their relationship will probably, eventually, reach Haru a few days later: once the surprise and surrealness of what that little emoji-like marker confirms wanes away into what's going to be reality for the next however-many months a hybrid pregnancy lasts. But as of now, Haru's a mess of feeling a whole lot of feelings at once, feelings that get swept away in an instant as Legosi sweeps her off her feet and up into a hug.
It's an uncharacteristic gesture from him, something he hasn't done in awhile, at least, and it's met with the same clinging enthusiasm from her. One hand still holds the test she offered for him to look at, the other gripping his shirt, holding onto him and trying to make out whatever it was he just said, muffled against her, into her fur.
And burying her face into the crook of his neck, she feels the warmth of his tears matting her fur. Pulling him in even tighter, dropping the test to the floor to rake her fingers through the fur at the back of his head. Her heartbeat remains intense, conveying a mind that's suddenly racing with a lot of thoughts, but she recenters herself. Onto him and on living in this moment, filing it away among the many other memories she has with him.]
I'm happy. [Her voice is surprisingly level, thick with her own want to cry, only because he's crying and she's, well, she guesses it's hormones, isn't it?] Scared, but-- [And she presses her face against the warm fur of his neck, voice muffled, keeping him close.] I'm glad.
[The timing of it could honestly have been a bit better; later down the line, with her graduated from classes and him, perhaps, with a better paying job. But they never really did things in the right order, have they? Everything in their lives has been about random circumstances, impulse and instinct.
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It's an uncharacteristic gesture from him, something he hasn't done in awhile, at least, and it's met with the same clinging enthusiasm from her. One hand still holds the test she offered for him to look at, the other gripping his shirt, holding onto him and trying to make out whatever it was he just said, muffled against her, into her fur.
And burying her face into the crook of his neck, she feels the warmth of his tears matting her fur. Pulling him in even tighter, dropping the test to the floor to rake her fingers through the fur at the back of his head. Her heartbeat remains intense, conveying a mind that's suddenly racing with a lot of thoughts, but she recenters herself. Onto him and on living in this moment, filing it away among the many other memories she has with him.]
I'm happy. [Her voice is surprisingly level, thick with her own want to cry, only because he's crying and she's, well, she guesses it's hormones, isn't it?] Scared, but-- [And she presses her face against the warm fur of his neck, voice muffled, keeping him close.] I'm glad.
[The timing of it could honestly have been a bit better; later down the line, with her graduated from classes and him, perhaps, with a better paying job. But they never really did things in the right order, have they? Everything in their lives has been about random circumstances, impulse and instinct.
So this? It feels right.]