Just a nice comfortable evening at home, cuddling on the couch with the one you love, talking about family. A Splintered Life Chapter 11 The Stuff of Love by poetheather Copyright © 2010 by poetheather

Megan cuddled Deirdre closer to her as they watched the movie. It was a romantic comedy they had both wanted to see so they had picked up the movie, a nice feel good “Chick Flick”. Neither of them minded in the least, warm in each other’s arms. Megan pulled up on of Deirdre’s wrists and kissed the thin ridge of scar tissue lovingly.

“It’s funny to think that I never would have met you if you hadn’t tried to kill yourself.”

“That’s funny?” Deirdre shifted a little to be able to look into Megan’s face.

“Mostly from the perspective of who knows what leads to the now. We met because of the chain of events that got started when you cut your wrists. Your dying would have been bad, but your mom caught you before that. And now I caught you. See... funny.” Megan chuckled a little.

“You’re weird.”

“Like you have room to talk. Of course, I think your brother may win between the three of us.”

“How so?” asked Deirdre, as she snuggled closer again.

“Did you see how he goggled like a fish when we walked out of your bedroom? Eyes bulging and mouth wide like a fishes. It was funny. I was almost flattered when he blurted out, ‘But you’re a girl?’ Poor David, I thought he was going to have a stroke.” Megan laughed at the memory.

“Yeah, that was funny. But then I had to explain the whole situation to my mom, thanks to him. Whee. That reminds me, she wants to meet you next weekend.”

“Great, now the parental fun begins.” grumbled Megan.

“She’s not so bad. She has been really supportive of me through this. We can do lunch or something. It won’t be that bad. I promise.” Deirdre kissed her cheek.

Megan hugged her again. “Fine. But then I’ll force you to meet my folks. My dad is fairly traditional Japanese, sort of. You’ll see. He doesn’t mind my life style so much as when I failed to follow him in the family business. That irritated him.”

“What’s the family business?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes. What is it?” begged Deirdre.

“Martial Arts. It’s a family tradition. Since I have no brothers, it needs to go to me. I’m just not sure I want to do that. My dad is trying to be understanding, but it’s a sore point.”

“That must be hard.” Deirdre looked up at her again. “Is your mom fine with things?”

“Sort of. We had gotten this all hashed out when I was in High School. They were more against my going into the military than my liking girls.”

“Weren’t they proud of you?”

“Eventually. But it took a while. They wanted me to go to school first. Now that the government is paying for my school, they don’t mind as much. They appreciate how I saved them money.” Megan chuckled again.

“Thank you.” said Deirdre.

“For what?”

“For being with me.”

“Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Well, I’m not like other girls, for one. I come with my own baggage.”

“Sweetie, everyone has baggage. I care about you, because you are worth caring about. I love you. You are fun, smart, and cute, a quick study in bed, can cook, and I enjoy being with you. Is it so hard to understand that?” Megan held her face and gazed into Deirdre’s eyes. She kissed her nose softly.

“I’m just not used to that. You take me as I am. I have been so used to being someone else that this feels weird.” Deirdre’s voice slid towards sorrow.

“Hey, now. Can’t you cope with the fact that I love you? I do. So cheer up or its tickle time!”

Deirdre squeaked. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”

Megan started tickling her anyhow. They both squirmed and eventually fell off the couch laughing.

“I love you Megan.”

“I love you to Deirdre.” Megan leaned forward and kissed her deeply. “Want to do something other than watch the movie?”

“Oh what ever could that be she asked shyly.” replied Deirdre.

“Come with me little girl and I’ll show you.”

Hand in hand, they entered into Deirdre’s room.