crescent [h.s]

65

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Harry and Aurora woke up early on their last morning, not because they needed to in preparation to return to their home on the other side of the world, but because they couldn't help but want to be surrounded by each other for as many hours as possible throughout the day.

Greece was Aurora's safe place, until she met Harry.

However, that doesn't mean her Greek villa she inherited thanks to her giagia meant any less to her. In fact, it almost meant more, because she finally had the craving to return, and show the love of her life who has only ever made her feel safe, what her sense of security consisted of during her developmental years.

Aurora didn't have an easy life, not ever. She struggled throughout every stage, but the people she had around her for support and a hand to hold meant more than she would ever be able to find the words to express. Aurora has a soul which has been drowned deep beneath the lighting break of the ocean floor, but maybe that imperfection makes her, her.

Maybe the weak hand she was dealt this time didn't make her any less whole, but instead gave her the strength, determination, bravery and trust she was lacking in her other attempts of life.

But maybe, maybe this time was her lucky shot.

Or maybe luck isn't a factor at all.

Delilah Abram-Monroe

I walk down the stairs, curving my head around the wall to check if I'm alone before waltzing into the open plan downstairs living area, in the search of some ginger tea to settle this morning sickness that has another definition of 'morning'. It's barely even 4am, but there's no chance I'll be able to get back to sleep when my stomach feels as if it's been placed on a sailboat during a stormy night at sea.

I see Harry and Rora awake, her back pressed against the center counter as they lose themselves in a heavy make out, his hands locked tightly over her lingerie dress that's revealed to me from the string of her silk robe being pulled open.

I groan and walk into the kitchen, that snapping them out of whatever fuck fest they were about to delve into, "Can you guys not do that in communal areas? I get you have a thing about getting naked in the kitchen but–"

Rora cuts me off, my hand going straight for the electric kettle as I fill it up with water, "What? Since when have we fucked in a kitchen?"

I turn my head to look at them, eyeing Rora's half see through dress as I do, "The morning I came back from Japan and you two were sleeping at your apartment. I came in before either of you were awake and saw a pile of clothes on the floor."

Rora bursts out laughing as Harry chuckles and places his head into her neck, "We didn't have sex that time! I just stripped in front of Harry and stole his t-shirt."

"Wow, that makes everything so much better." I deadpan as the kettle boils.

They both start laughing again, looking at each other and sharing another kiss. As much as I may be teasing them immensely, as that is my job as the self-appointed only sister of Rora's, I couldn't be happier for either of them. And they know that.

No they aren't pregnant, but they are back to being them. They've spent a month here in Greece, and the plan worked. Because I'm not sure I've ever seen them more connected and in tune with each other, as well as themselves, as I have over the last week or so.

They're perfect for each other.

And just needed a little time to return to that state, focussing on them, because after all, they are the foundation to their family with their daughter.