Truro Street
By Missy

SERIES: Truro Street
PART: One of One
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING(s): Guess who ;-)
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CATEGORY: Romance
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: Post-California Era
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Lenny and Laverne have (Separately) moved far away from home, and now they must cope with the changes
NOTES: For Ashley, On the Occasion of her birthday :)

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They don't make gelato right here.

You noticed that right away; there isn't enough cream in it. Pop would be ashamed of it; he knew good gelato.

But you don't want to think of him now.

You have to think of your kids; both of them. And how they're going to need shoes this winter and you can't afford them.

But you work for it. Harder than anyone ever had before. Looking out for a sunny day.

When he tries to help you, you refuse.

***

It was a weak moment; you came to him and tried to make sense out your lives. His kiss was nice; then it went from being charity to far, far more.

You can't afford this.

He buys you a gelato and it tastes better than it has it weeks.

But he can't love you. You can't let yourself be loved.

***

You stare at the ring in disbelief.

It's not real...glass scratches it. But it's proof that he loves you.

You're living in a nicer appartment; you're living with him.

The kids adore him, too.

When did you fall in love with him? Was it the night he took you under the moon? Or when you went strolling through the empty streets of this new alien place you share?

The ring isn't real. But your love is.

You love him.

"I love you, Lenny."

He smiled, "I love you, Laverne."

***

An Italian melody played in the back of her mind as she rolled their first child down Truro Street. Your daughter begs you for a cone of gelato, and you can pay for it in full, for the first time in months.

Hey, why not? You treat yourself to a cone as well.

It tastes like heaven.



Fin