Title: The Nature of Love
Prompt: "The hardest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
Universe: Yakko's World OWBC
Spoilers: None if you've read my most recent chapters.
It was supposed to be so simple. Meet a girl. Fall in love. Get married. Have babies. Live happily ever after. It was like that old mocking chant, 'First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage.' But of course he'd managed to get it all backwards.
He fell in love. That was the easy part. He'd done it three times that he was willing to count. The hard part was what to do between falling in love and getting married. He'd tried to go straight to getting married, but the first time around he'd screwed up. Neglected the girl. Let her love change, mutate, and find a new focus. He had no one to blame but himself, he knew that now. It still didn't make the memories any less painful.
The second and third times he fell in love was unfortunately at the same time, with two different but amazing woman. He'd picked one. Thought he'd put the other behind him. But somehow the feeling was still there. He'd given her hope that he'd pick her in the long run and eventually she'd gotten tired of waiting. She'd made her move at just the wrong moment and again he felt his world crumble. He'd realized then that he wasn't in love with her any longer. Of course only after it was too late. The woman he picked fell out of love with him. Not that he could blame her. There had to be something wrong with him if he couldn't even manage such a simple thing as falling in love, getting married and starting a family.
He looked at the picture down in his hands. He'd started the family out of order too. Not that he regretted it at all. He loved his children, all of them, just like he loved their mother. But now he just had to convince her.
He thought about their awkward date together. The movie, the walk afterward, he'd just been happy to be with her, but he could tell that she was wary of him. Afraid of getting hurt. He could relate. That was how he felt most of the time.
He gently stroked his fingers over her face. He loved her. He knew that now. He loved her with every fiber of his being. It didn't matter that he'd screwed up, he needed her. He needed her to love him. Without her, he was just an empty shell.
He thought about the phone call he'd gotten from her. She'd sounded upset, but like she was trying to hide it. He was afraid that she was going to tell him that there was no hope. They couldn't work things out. That he'd lost her permanently. He didn't want to hear that.
He took a deep breath. It was time to face the music. Oman just hoped that when the music stopped that Cee'd still love him just as much as he loved her in return.