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Elsa placed the last bag of groceries onto the kitchen counter when she heard little bickering coming down the hall. She followed the sound to her office where she found her six months pregnant wife sitting in front of her desk.
“Jane, hun, what are you doing?” Elsa leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed and a smirk across her face.
“Oh, nothing,” Jane said innocently, hiding away behind a dual-screen computer.
Elsa rolled her eyes, “Sure.” The blonde casually walked over and took a peek of what Jane was doing on her computer. “Designing something?” Elsa asked her while admiring Jane’s curious face. Jane’s sapphire eyes stared at one screen, then shifted to the other to study whatever she was doing. Elsa enjoyed watching her being so determined to learn something new.
“How do you work with this thing?” Jane pointed at the Wacom tablet that was wirelessly connected to the computer. Her right hand held the black stylus causing it to dance across the surface of the device. On one of the screens, it showed the drawing program Jane was using, while the other showed a photo of them together.
“Treat it as if you’re sketching on your sketchpad,” Elsa advised her with a patient tone.
“I am, but, I’m drawing off the surface. How did you get used to using this?” Elsa let out a chuckle while Jane continued to rant about how drawing on a digital tablet was hard.
“Here,” Elsa stood behind Jane and took hold of her hand. “Just relax.”
Jane looked down at her hand and observed how Elsa carried her hand across the surface of the tablet as if they were ice skating across a frozen lake. Elsa guided her hand gently and quietly sketched a rough oval shape that appeared on the screen. Then she drew a several organic shapes that later on built up an image of a person’s profile.
“What are you drawing?” Jane grew more curious.
“Patiences.”
Elsa drew light strokes over the head that looked like hair. All the strokes flowed in a certain rhythm where they fell onto the shoulders that Elsa just drew. Jane followed the cursor on the screen and saw Elsa drawing an ear. Then she worked on large negative space that was over the head.
“Who are drawing? Or what, actually?” Jane quirked an eyebrow.
“You’ll see,” Elsa smiled. Jane watched the mouse cursor; a paintbrush, twirling around and sliding to different places like a dancer.
After a brief moment of sketching, Elsa’s smile grew bigger when she saw Jane’s eyes widen. “Is that me? You drew me on the computer,” Jane was speechless.
“Yup. What do you think?” Elsa removed her hand from Jane’s.
“What do I think?” Jane put down the stylus and quickly grabbed Elsa’s face and pulled her down for a passionate kiss on the lips.
Their lips slowly separated for them to regain some air. Elsa gazed into her wife’s eyes, then stared at her longingly, admiring every little detail of her face. From her rosy cheeks to pink soft lips. Elsa can’t get enough of brushing her hand through Jane’s silky long brown hair. Her fingertips felt the smoothness of her fair skin.
“You’ll always be a work of art to me,” The blonde commented with a tender-loving tone as she placed a soft kiss on the brunette’s forehead.
“And you’ll always be the artist that patiently treats me with love,” Jane smiled.
“And I’ll do the same with this one too,” Elsa gently placed her hand over Jane’s swollen stomach.
Jane placed her hand over Elsa’s, “It will be our little masterpiece.”