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Carina’s head is resting on Maya’s chest, her ring-clad fingers tracing patterns over her wife’s bare skin. Lazily mapping Maya’s abs. The world seems quiet outside, a word neither of them dares to say out loud. Inside, in the safety of their own home, it’s just them, the occasional rustle of sheets, the soft hum of their breathing.
There’s laughter while they talk about everything and nothing, stupid little things. Carina mentions she wants to try a new recipe. Maya tells her all about the new trail she wants to run soon.
The blonde lets out a small sigh, her fingers running absentmindedly over Carina’s arm. “I was thinking we should start getting the guest room ready this weekend.”
She groans softly, nuzzling closer. “Does it have to be this weekend, Maya? I know you’re excited, but she’s not coming for another few weeks.”
Maya shifts slightly, pressing a kiss into her wife’s hair. “I know, I just- I want it to be ready. I don’t want to rush it at the last moment.
Carina’s brow furrows slightly. She has been coming up more and more lately. It’s not that she’s not excited herself. But Maya is so excited, distracted even, and Carina isn’t sure how she feels about it. She knows she should be happy her wife is so excited. She loves how devoted Maya is, how she throws herself into things–but still, every conversation seems to turn into a conversation about her . And she can’t help but feel like something is slipping between her fingers.
Eventually Maya slips out of bed, murmuring about checking on something for the guest room. Carina lets out a sigh before dropping her head back onto the pillow, a soft pout forming on her lips. Their moment is over–stolen by her again, and she’s not even here yet.
The second I put my head on your chest
She knew she's got a real sixth sense
Now her name comes up once, then it comes up twice
And without her even being here, she's back in your life
Now she's in the same damn city on the same damn night
The kitchen is silent if not for the hum of the fridge. Carina is staring at it, as if somehow it will tell her why she opened it in the first place. She frowns, blinking. “Maya?” she calls, confusion laces her voice. “What was I doing?”
Maya chuckles from across the room, she crosses the room before leaning against the counter with a knowing smirk. “I don’t know, love. You were determined when you walked in here though.”
“It was important. I swear.” she scowls before shutting the fridge with a huff.
Her wife might stay silent, but Carina can see her biting back a laugh. She glares but doesn’t respond. Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest. She’s sure Maya can see the frustration on her face.
This isn’t like her. She’s always been sharp, quick-witted, and focused, but lately? Lately, it’s like she can’t focus. The more they talk about her and the closer they get to her arrival the more it feels like her brain is taking a vacation.
For a moment Maya just watches, but then she steps forward, she wraps her arms around Carina’s waist. “Whatever it was, I’m sure it’ll come back to you. Maybe after a nap?”
“You are very annoying sometimes.” She sighs, letting herself melt into the embrace.
“And yet, you love me.” Maya smiles, pressing a kiss to her wife’s cheek.
A smile grows on her face as she hums, burying her face in maya’s shoulder. "That’s just a coincidence."
And you've lost all your common sense
What a coincidence
Uh, na, na, na-na-na-na
Uh, na, na, na-na-na-na
Carina has always been possessive in small, quiet ways. A touch at Maya’s back when they’re out together, a kiss pressed to the corner of her lips when someone stares a little too long. But now? Now, it’s different.
Maya comes home late again, her head full of plans and lists, talking about paint colors and furniture as if it’s the most important thing in the world. Carina listens, but only barely—her hands find Maya’s collar, pulling her in, cutting off whatever words were about to leave her lips.
The kiss is fierce, urgent. Carina presses her body against Maya’s, as if she can remind her—make her feel—that she’s still here. That they are still here.
Maya laughs against her lips, breathless. "What’s gotten into you?"
Carina doesn’t answer. She just kisses her again, deeper this time, fingers tangled in Maya’s hair. "Just making sure you remember me."
Later, when Maya is at work, Carina pulls out her phone. She sends a picture—she’d say it’s not scandalous, just enough to make Maya pause, but she’d be lying. This is more than enough to make her remember the things that came before.
And because Carina knows how to play the game, she texts Andy too: Make sure Maya leaves early tonight. I’ll make you lasagna.
Andy replies almost instantly. Deal.
Carina smirks. She isn’t here yet, but she’s already had too much of Maya’s attention. Carina intends to steal some of it back, just until she’s finally here.
Last week you didn't have any doubts
This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth
Now she's sendin' you some pictures wearin' less and less
Tryna turn the past into the present tense, huh
Suckin' up to all of your mutual friends
Maya knows she should tell Carina. She should be honest about what happened at work today—the way she hesitated for just a second too long, the way the heat of the fire licked too close to her skin, how she miscalculated the risk. But she doesn’t.
Because her arrival is getting closer. Because Carina is already carrying enough, quite literally, and Maya can’t stomach the thought of adding more weight to her worries.
So when she gets home and Carina asks, "How was your shift?" Maya just shrugs. "Same as always."
Carina studies her, eyes sharp. "You’re limping."
She waves her off, forcing a laugh. “I twisted my ankle a little. Nothing serious.”
Her wife doesn’t seem convinced in the slightest, but she lets it go–for now. Instead choosing to lean into Maya’s side, letting her head rest against her shoulder. “You’re not allowed to get hurt, you know? I told you that this morning.”
“I know. It’s just a coincidence” She says, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She doesn’t say: I already did.
As Carina relaxes against her, Maya swallows the guilt, the fear, the truth.
And you've lost all your common sense
(You've lost all of your common sense)
The way you told me the truth minus 7% (7%)
What a coincidence, uh
Her breath is ragged, her heart is hammering in her chest as she swerves through people, objects and cars. She’s running, she has never run like this before, not in training, not towards a burning building, not even in her olympic run.
She had been stuck at a scene for hours, it was only when they finally got back to the station that she looked at her phone.
19 missed calls
Carina had called her 19 times, and she hadn’t picked up.
She called back right away, but her phone had died only minutes into the conversation. Carina was frantic. She barely made out the words– she was on her way–but it was enough to send her sprinting out of the station.
By the time she bursts through the hospital doors, she’s breathless, wide-eyed. Skipping the elevator and sprinting right to the stairs.
A nurse barely has time to point her towards the room before Maya is already moving.
She stumbles inside, chest heaving, immediately pained by the cry that Carina lets out. “Oh, dio, Maya.” Carina gasps, eyes wet with pain and relief as Maya rushes to her side. “Cazzo Maya! Where were you!”
She grasps her wife’s hand, a quick squeeze, a silent I love you . She presses a kiss to Carina’s damp forehead. “Long call and then my phone died and-. I’m sorry. I ran here. I–I’m here now.”
“You better be.” Carina squeezes her fingers with bone-crushing force. “It will probably be soon now.”
The grip on her hand tightens, nails digging into pale skin, as another contraction hits, but Maya barely notices. She’s too focused on Carina’s face, the sweat on her brow, the way her breath comes in sharp pants and her eyes show raw determination.
“You’re doing amazing, babe. You’re doing so good, almost there my love.” Her voice is soft, full of awe, full of love. She quietly reaches out to brush some of the damp hair from Carina’s forehead.
Another contraction ripples through her and Carina groans, squeezing her eyes shut. “I hate you so much right now.”
Maya can’t help but smile. “That’s fair.”
“Why does your baby share your sense of being early! Maya dio if this baby is a morning person like you.” She stops talking as another contraction hits her.
Another hour passed by before the room was filled with the sharp cry of their daughter. Maya lets out a choked breath, her blue eyes instantly tearing up as the nurse carefully places the tiny. wriggling baby onto Carina’s chest.
She’s here.
Carina is crying, but she’s laughing and she’s smiling and Maya swears she’s never seen anything more beautiful.
That’s when she properly sees her daughter’s face.
A shaky breath leaves her lungs. “Oh my god,” she runs a gentle finger over the soft curve of her baby’s cheek. “She looks like me. She looks like baby me.”
Carina lets out a breathless laugh, her head falling back against the pillow. “What a coincidence. Of course she does. She’s our baby bambina. She’s a part of you.”
Maya presses a lingering kiss to her wife’s forehead, swallowing against the lump in her throat. “She’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
She can’t get her eyes off of her wife and baby. Carina hums sleepily, she can’t help but smile seeing Maya so focused on them. She was afraid she’d still be upset about sharing Maya’s attention with her like she did during the pregnancy. But now as she sees Maya so dedicated to the both of them, all her worries disappear. “She’s ours, Bambina.” She says before her eyes start to close.
Maya looks down at their daughter, her heart splitting open in what she can only say is the best way possible. “Yeah. She’s ours.”
Never did she expect to see her own features reflected back at her in something so small, so fragile. But she has no regrets.
Not a single one.
What a surprise, your phone just died
Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs
Palm Springs looks nice, but who's by your side?
Damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew
At least that's what you said
What a coincidence
It’s quiet inside, just the occasional rustling of the trees outside and the soft coos from their baby.
Maya leans against the doorway, watching as Carina sways back and forth, rocking their daughter in her arms. Her movements slow and rhythmic,
“She won’t go back to sleep.” Carina whispers, her voice is laced with exhaustion. And Maya doesn’t hesitate before stepping closer, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her wife’s ear, her fingers lingering for just a second. “Let me take her for a bit.”
She hesitates for a moment before she nods, her arms reluctant to let go even as she carefully transfers their daughter into Maya’s embrace. For a second the baby stirs, but she settles almost instantly.
Her tiny body instinctively curling into Maya. She presses a soft kiss to her daughter’s head. Inhaling the faint, sweet scent of her skin.
For a moment, Carina just watches them. “Does it scare you?”
Maya’s brow furrows as she looks up. “Does what scare me?”
“Loving someone, someone else, this much. Knowing she’s ours, that we made her, that we have to keep her safe now.”
The blonde exhales as she looks down at the peaceful little face tucked against her chest. “All the time, it’s terrifying.”
A slow nod. “Me too.”
“But we’ll figure it out. Together.” Maya shifts the baby slightly, freeing one hand to reach out and tangle her fingers with Carina’s.
“Together.” Carina squeezes her hand, lips pressing into a tired but certain smile.
They stay like that for a while, their baby tucked safely between them, the silent hum of the night surrounding them. The past few months have been overwhelming. Filled with late nights, exhausting and doubts, doubts that turned out to be unnecessary.
Doubts that Maya wouldn’t love her as much, proved wrong almost instantly, as she has never felt more loved by Maya instead.
No longer the fear of sharing her wife with her.
They’re here now. Still standing. Always together.
What a coincidence.
Oh wow, you just broke up again
What a coincidence
Uh, na, na, na-na-na-na (coincidence)