@kingdonmicrofic langdonmel, prompt: champagne, 470 words, infidelity
She’s outside by herself behind the hospital when he finds her at their spot. There’s a picnic bench out back they’d laid claim to during one of the many times they snuck away together. Something, they found, was very easy to do.
He walks up and kisses the top of her head, smiling when she jumps. Sitting down next to her, he sets the mini champagne bottles he’d snuck out from his locker onto the table.
“It sucks we had to work today, but I figured we could still celebrate,” he says, trailing his fingers up her leg.
Mel smiles at him but makes a face at the drinks.
“You know I can’t,” she says, confused, and he can’t help but feel heat course through him when she touches her stomach.
“It’s non-alcoholic, and there’s just enough for a toast,” he reasons.
“I thought you’d like that,” he teases, and watches her flush at the memories—Frank whispering in her ear, asking what people would think if they saw them like that, tangled up together. She always squeezed him so tightly when he did.
She takes one of the bottles and twists it open.
“I would, Frank, I really would,” she replies honestly, leveling him with a look that breaks his heart in two. He knows how much it bothers her that while he was away, she hadn’t made any friends, and since he came back it was just more of the same. Their coworkers may gossip about how close they are, how strange it is he’s been back almost a year and that ring’s still on his finger but clearly, Mel’s the one in his heart. But that’s it, really. Nobody really cares. Not the way Mel wants them to. He knows she wishes she mattered to them enough for it to be huge, a scandal that followed them forever, everyone shocked, but … they both seem to have faded to the background in everyone’s minds now, not people to be remarked upon anymore. He also knows, despite the guilt, that he likes it that way, hoping that she’s all his forever. If they were the only two people in the world, Frank thinks that would be just fine.
He scoots closer and puts a hand on her belly, rubbing gently. He can’t wait to feel her start to kick.
“Well, they’ll see soon,” he promises, twirling his ring. It barely fits—he lost a lot of weight in rehab (not that it fit right before, anyway) and despite Abby’s negging, won’t get it resized. It’s only temporary.
Mel nods and he wishes he could just scoop her up and hide her away, make her smile every single day and not let anyone else ruin that.
He lifts his bottle up and touches it to hers with a soft clink.
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