A/N: struck by inspiration. it was inevitable. study should be the inevitable one. its on my list of things to do - unfortunately.
Song is called 'Cue The Sun!' by a band called Daphne Loves Derby. i love it.

Home

OoohLookACat

She lay awake, drawing.

On nights like this, it was all she could do to stay sane.

Her hand flew across the page, the angles and lines coming together to form a beauty.

-v-

The crowd roared in excitement. The show was coming to an end.

He held up his arms and slowly lowered them, causing the crowd to quieten down - he always had that affect.

The band sat and watched in silence as he and his acoustic guitar started playing.

If I find my way, through the darkest of days,
will I laugh about the things that kept me away?
But if my greatest fears paints itself so crystal clear,
will I run away or will I hide?

-v-

She took her headphones off and put the music on loud. She wanted everyone to hear it.

She continued drawing softly, touching her growing stomach with one hand as she used the thumb on her other hand to smudge some of it.

-v-

And if I don’t come home tonight,
just know I tried my best to fight,
please don’t think I plan to lose to the night.
And curse the moon so dull and bright,
my heavy soul can’t stand the light.
It burns me straight to the bones, my bones.

He thought of her, at home, how she looked, how she smelt. Was she smiling?

He closed his eyes and strummed, barely noticing anyone else.

The crowd watched in awe as he lost himself to the music, watched and slowly lost themselves in the beauty of his voice and the strumming of his guitar.

-v-

In the desert sun, I watched my nerves come undone.
One by one my strings, they tangled into knots.
And ever since that day, deep in Santa Fe,
I’ve learned to hate myself for giving everything away.

The drummer began playing the tambourine - hitting every beat but accentuating every second beat. He vaguely remember learning it in school - ‘syncopation’ or something. He watched his friend, his best friend at the microphone stand, swaying slightly to the music he was making. He watched and smiled, knowing there was only one person his friend could see at that moment - and she was no where near the completely filled up venue they occupied.

-v-

And if I don’t come home tonight,
just know I tried my best to fight.
Please don’t think I plan to lose to the night.
And curse the moon so dull and bright,
My heavy soul can’t stand the light.
It burns me straight to the bones, my bones.

She mouthed the words, not wanting to wreck the song with her horrible singing.

She was an artist, not a singer. She always told herself that, but occasionally she indulged him and let him hear the voice she claimed was horrible.

She smiled as she thought of him, he was probably swaying to the song, playing the guitar he’d had since he was fifteen. His best friend sitting at the drum-set, playing the tambourine and the bassist playing the instrument that she always forgot the name of.

Slowly, she got up, walked to the bathroom, washed her hands and went back to the bed. She pulled back the covers and lay down, placing her sketch book on the side table that was furthest from her.

-v-

And if I don’t come home tonight,
just know I tried my best to fight.

He opened his eyes and sang the last few lines of the song, ready to grab the guitar case and bolt from the venue and home to his bed.

Please don’t think I plan to lose to the night.
And curse the moon so dull and bright,
My heavy soul can’t stand the light.

He slowly stopped strumming as he sang the last few words.

It burns me straight to the bones, my bones.

He looked over the crowd who was in awe. He smiled.

“If you don’t mind,” he said with a sincere smile. “I’m going home to someone who loves me very much. And I’m going to tell that person I love them very much. Go home and do the same to someone who means a lot to you. Goodnight.”

And with that, he unplugged his guitar and walked away, grabbing his guitar case as he went.

Two hours later, he finally arrived home.

As he crawled into the bed and put his arms around her, she stirred.

“You’re home.” She stated quietly.

He smiled at her in the dark. “I always come home to you.” He stated, closing his eyes. “I loved the drawing. It’s beautiful.”

She smiled as she snuggled into his body. “You always are.”

He laughed softly, rubbing her stomach. “Let’s sleep.”

And with that, he promptly fell asleep, in his arms was his goddess, and within her was their little prince.

He came home to her that night. Like he did every night.