A Taste like Hope
“We
made it.”
Sara
smiled at the wonder in Caroline’s voice.
“Oh
ye of little faith.” She loved teasing Caroline, and it was so easy to get a
reaction out of her.
Sure
enough, Caroline didn’t allow her to get away with it and lightly slapped her shoulder.
“Yes, because you, of course, knew all along it would all work out as it
did...for the best.”
The
temptation was there to pretend she had known
all along, that she hadn’t been worried and had trusted faith, or luck or
whatever you wanted to call it, to be on their side, but while Sara had been
more optimistic than Caroline, she’d never been completely certain.
“So,
we’re good to go?” Suddenly Sara needed the reassurance. She’d waited for this
moment. The closer they’d gotten to it, the more her doubts had grown.
“Yes.”
Caroline pressed her lips against Sara’s and everything – the worries, the long
wait, the ever-present insecurity – faded into the background until only
Caroline and their love for each other remained in Sara’s universe.
“So,
tell me what happened.”
“They
kept their word. It really is that simple.” The expression on Caroline’s face
showed she couldn’t quite believe it.
“We
had a meeting this morning and dad asked me if I still felt the same. And you
know what...?” A bright smile lit up Caroline’s face and caused a flutter in
Sara’s stomach. “He wasn’t surprised when I told him my...our feelings hadn’t
changed.”
“So?”
Sara held her breath.
When
Caroline had first told her parents she’d fallen in love with Sara and they
wanted to move away together, her mother especially had been very negative.
After a long and painful fight they’d compromised. If Sara and Caroline still
felt the same after six months during which they’d only see each other
occasionally, Caroline’s parents would accept it was not just a phase they were
going through.
“I
don’t think mam will ever be completely happy about the fact I won’t be
bringing a husband home, but even she accepts it now. I...we have their
blessing. Caroline’s eyes filled with tears. “I can have it all – my life with you and a relationship with my parents. And oh, I nearly forgot...”
Caroline squeezed Sara’s hand and gave her another soft kiss. “See the car.
It’s ours; a present from my father, so we can travel in comfort and safety.”
The
next kiss was long and deep and hot and to Sara it tasted like hope.
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