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return_to_nolaThey'd started to settle into a routine, and routine was essential for Priya to avoid meltdowns and anxiety attacks. So was sticking close to Jonah, which is why their lives had become so heavily entwined. They spent most early mornings at the yoga studio for Jonah's classes, the middle part of the day at the garage so Priya could work, and then it was either back to the studio for evening classes or running errands or getting things done at home. Home, which was Jonah's apartment, though Priya had all but moved in. She didn't need a lot of stuff--just a toothbrush and some clothes and a few pictures of her family.
Her mother still didn't understand what was going on, and Priya wished it could have resolved into something other than the chilly stalemate they were currently in, but it was the best of a lot of bad options. She couldn't tell her mother what was really going on, she couldn't let her mother get upset and yell at her in front of Jonah and risk hurting his fragile peace, and she certainly couldn't leave Jonah alone and just go back to her life like her mother so desperately wanted. Priya hated that she couldn't make things better for her mother, who had always accepted everything about her, things other parents were horrible to their children for, but some things she couldn't fix.
But right now she wasn't thinking of that. Right now she was thinking about how peaceful Jonah looked as he slept, and about how she hadn't noticed before how long his eyelashes were. She was tempted to reach out and play with his hair, those curls she'd become incredibly fond of, but she didn't want to wake him. It was a Sunday, and they had nowhere to be; the garage was closed, none of the morning classes at the studio were Jonah's. Priya had only been awake for a few moments herself, and she was going to enjoy being here, in bed, safe, both of them curled towards each other without even meaning to, as long as she could.
Her mother still didn't understand what was going on, and Priya wished it could have resolved into something other than the chilly stalemate they were currently in, but it was the best of a lot of bad options. She couldn't tell her mother what was really going on, she couldn't let her mother get upset and yell at her in front of Jonah and risk hurting his fragile peace, and she certainly couldn't leave Jonah alone and just go back to her life like her mother so desperately wanted. Priya hated that she couldn't make things better for her mother, who had always accepted everything about her, things other parents were horrible to their children for, but some things she couldn't fix.
But right now she wasn't thinking of that. Right now she was thinking about how peaceful Jonah looked as he slept, and about how she hadn't noticed before how long his eyelashes were. She was tempted to reach out and play with his hair, those curls she'd become incredibly fond of, but she didn't want to wake him. It was a Sunday, and they had nowhere to be; the garage was closed, none of the morning classes at the studio were Jonah's. Priya had only been awake for a few moments herself, and she was going to enjoy being here, in bed, safe, both of them curled towards each other without even meaning to, as long as she could.
