ROUGH DRAFT WARNING!!!! lol! Enjoy :)
“Oh, before I go, you’ll have your period next weekend won’t you?” Eric Dundas asked his long-time girlfriend Mia Smyth as he stood to collect his things after spending the weekend at her flat.
“I find it very disturbing that you know my menstrual cycle so well,” Mia replied with a laugh as she rose to walk him out.
“I plan my social calendar around it,” he replied, the corner of one side of mouth quirking up and causing his cheek to crease in an almost dimple, his golden stubble shining in the light against his tan skin.
“You’re funny, and to answer your question, yes, I will have my period next weekend – but I still expect to see you at least once, preferably Saturday before your football game so you won’t be hung over,” she insisted.
“Done,” he said smiling leaning down to kiss her on the cheek in good bye before stepping out the door.
Smiling, Mia leaned on the door to close it, sighing happily as she wandered over to her small kitchen and flicked the kettle on so she could make a cup of coffee in preparation for the work she had ahead of her.
As much as Mia loved Eric, she was always happy when he went home on Sunday nights so she could work on her lesson plans for the week ahead in peace. They had been together for a little more than five years and the routine they had going worked well for both of them.
They had spoken of one day moving in together and perhaps marrying before they started a family, but while they were still in their early 20’s, neither felt entirely ready to properly settle down. This arrangement suited them both perfectly.
Flicking on the radio, Mia smiled as she heard Florence and the Machine’s Only if for a Night, she had a deep seated love for Indie rock and hummed along as she carried her freshly made coffee to the table where her work was waiting for her.
Mia taught a small group of deaf teens at a special needs school in Melbourne’s Eastern suburbs, becoming fluent in Australian sign language when she was a teen and her best friend, Louise, had developed a severe case of chicken pox that resulted in her losing the vast majority of her hearing.
Mia had a great love for her work and deeply enjoyed watching the camaraderie between her students as they immersed themselves in the one place where they were fully accepted, because everyone was just like them and understood their language.
First thing Monday morning, she had a meeting between the principal and a fairly new family at the school who were bringing their son’s psychiatrist with them as well. He had lost most of his hearing in a car accident six months before and was being very resistant to learning Auslan well enough to fully participate in the deaf community – preferring to rely on the tiny bit of hearing he had left or not listen at all.
Mia sighed as she looked over the notes she had been making about her observations of the boy, Corey Blackburn – he was very disruptive in class and spent a lot of time looking out the window, not participating. Although she did see more involvement from him when he was in her Art class, he seemed to enjoy working with charcoal and oil pastels and she was hoping that they could somehow use that as a way to reach him. She hoped dearly that they could come up with some sort of plan to help him, she hated seeing one of her students so miserable.
As Mia walked up the path towards the school early the next morning, she was surprised when she saw one of her students arriving at the same time as her.
Waving first, she signed a greeting to her student, Callie, a sixteen year old girl who had been deaf since birth and seemed to really enjoy school.
Why are you here so early? Mia asked in sign.
My mum had the early shift today, so I’m going work on my homework in the library until class starts, she said, falling into step next to Mia as they entered the schools front gates.
Standing just outside the administration building were Corey, his parents and a striking man that Mia assumed was the Psychiatrist.
Mia greeted them all warmly, shaking their hands in greeting. Her breath caught as the psychiatrist took her hand, the simple touch sending a warmth up her arm that both confused and elated her.
“Cayd Donnelly,” he stated with a nod, his jet black hair falling forward slightly and catching the corner of his hazel eyes, causing him to reach a graceful hand up to brush it back.
Mia stared at him a moment longer than was necessary, when she’d imagined the man she was going to meet this morning she had pictured an older greying man, with wire rimmed glasses and a beard. Not a man so young and beautiful that he could have been sculpted personally by the hands of Michelangelo himself.
Heat crept across her cheeks, flushing them pink as she realised she was staring and tore her eyes away, focusing on Corey and his parents.
“Tamara should be here shortly,” she said to them all brightly, before turning to Corey, “Would you like to go and join Callie in the library? We’ll be about an hour.” she spoke and signed to him.
She watched his eyes drift over to Callie who had stopped at the nearby water bubblers for a drink before he nodded his head, walking quickly over to her before she could walk ahead of him.
Smiling to herself she watched the two walk off together, Callie talking and signing simply to Corey. A small amount of hope blossomed inside Mia as she thought that Callie may be that one thing that gets Corey more involved.
“Never underestimate the power of a pretty girl,” Cayd commented, as he made eye contact with Mia. Something passed between them through the air, causing Mia’s body to ignite under his gaze.
“Can I offer you all tea or coffee while we wait?” Mia asked, trying her best to sound professional while admonishing her mind for sending her thoughts that were at odds with her current relationship status.
“That would be wonderful,” Mrs Blackburn replied, beaming as she watched her son walking away. Mia could see the hope in her eyes too and felt that this meeting was going to have a fairly positive outcome after all.