Tatia Petrova

”..—” In which Gracie feels neglected, but doesn’t say anything because she doesn’t like complaining.

     "Something wrong, darling?" 

Gracie began to softly hum the music that was playing through out the pharmacy speakers. It was sorta like elevator music, but she soon stopped when her mother began to speak, “It fits you perfectly. You are perfect after all.” She smiled warmly and gave her mother a loving kiss on the cheek. When she questioned her hair color Gracie gave a small nod, eyes never leaving her face. Gracie knew Elijah would flip out but it was only an experiment of fashion, she’d go back to normal Gracie in no time. When her mother agreed her smile brightened, “See? This is exactly why you’re the best mother in the entire universe, Mama.”

"Thank you, dear," she said and smiled at the kiss on her cheek, pleased with this interaction with her daughter. She knew that Elijah would not enjoy the change in hair color and would find it too extreme. "You are an adult, darling, you can truly do as you please. I only wish you to be happy in whatever it is you choose to do." 

Gracie strides stayed in sync with her Mothers, not wanting to leave her behind by any means necessary. “I’ve never met a Tatia before either… your name is very rare, Mama.” Sh said with a gentle smile before chewing on her lower lip, “It may be a bit extreme.. like.. blue extreme.” Soon the receptionist came to the counter and Gracie told her what she needed and gave showed her the doctors note. The woman nodded and took the oxygen tank in the back to refill it and also doing the favor of having more delivered monthly to the house. She gave a friendly smile to the woman, “What do you think about blue, mama?”

Tatia gave her daughter a smile and reached over to touch her face. She was a beautiful girl and she could see all the traits of Elijah in her and those of herself as well. "I do not know where my parents came up with the name, but I suppose it fits me." She looked at her when she said that. "Blue?" she had never heard of something like that before. "You want to dye your hair blue?" Elijah would not enjoy that, but Gracie was an adult and she did not have control over what she did with her physical appearance. "If it is truly what you want, I cannot complain." 

Gracie also exit the vehicle and quickly made her way to the drivers side to give her mother a hand in getting out of the car, all the while listening and she chuckled softly, “Mom, I fail to see what’s so unique about Gracie.” She mused as she began to walk along side with her into the pharmacy. She walked up to the front desk and rung the bell for service and waited patiently for someone to arrive, “Mom? What do you think about me dying my hair?”

"I think it is very unique," she commented and looked at her, walking inside the store. She was a little bit slower as she was as her belly was awfully big. "I have never met another Gracie," she wagged a finger and started behind her, exhaling slowly as she waited for someone to come and help them. "Well, what color do you want to dye it? Something not outrageous, I hope." 

Elijah listened as the song came to an end but he didn’t want to leave her company. “I think there is someone else who might deserve it more” He said quietly, giving her a genuine smile. 

Besides, he had his own life to live to a degree. Even as the song ended, she didn't stop moving. "No one more than you. You have sacrificed your own happiness your whole life, Elijah. It's time for you to take a little of it for yourself." 

Gracie raised her eyebrow and lightly shook her head, “I don’t see why.” She spoke in disbelief. To have a child named after their Father whom was a nobleman was a great blessing. Hearing her mother suggestion she nodded, “Alright. I’ll help you mom.” She smiled softly as they finally arrived to the pharmacy. Her eyes went to hers and she smiled warmly before nodding, “Alright. —But would you prefer modern names or more old names than anything?”

Tatia looked over at her and smiled, turning the car off and opening the door, reaching for the door to pull herself out. "I figure something modern and unique. I don't him to have a name that everyone else has. All of our names are unique, so I want his to be too." She smiled at her daughter. "First, your oxygen tank, then we'll worry about naming your brother." 

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