Anya never treating Raven like she’s somehow fragile because of her leg or heart. Anya getting absolutely furious when people imply Raven shouldn’t do something because she ‘can’t’. Anya getting Raven the kindest, smartest and safest horse that understands what she wants and having a special saddle made, and teaching her how to ride it until Raven’s good enough at it that they can go on trips, and this way allowing Raven to move about without having to think about her leg.
Anya giving Raven piggyback rides when she gets tired and giving her some excuse like ‘let me carry you, it’s a good workout’ so that Raven doesn’t feel like she’s dead weight. Anya learning how to massage Raven’s leg so it hurts less. Anya learning the signs of Raven growing tired so that she can decide that they should take a break before Raven has to ask for her to slow down.
Anya acknowledging that Raven’s not whole, but refusing to treat her like she’s any less for it - this is my aesthetic.
“Oh my gosh,” you cooed, leaning over to see the baby in his
little seat. “He’s so adorable; are you his father?” You asked the
scruffy-haired man who was pushing the child’s stroller.
He nodded, a proud smile on his face.
“Hi there,” you cooed again, making your voice high-pitched.
The small boy giggled, reaching his tiny hand out towards you.
You didn’t notice it, but your hair wasn’t tied back and so
the toddler took a hold of a clump of your hair, pulling you towards
him. “Shi–oot,” you cried, trying to remove the sticky fingers from the
mess that was your hair.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” the father gushed, attempting to help
you from his child’s grasp. “I should’ve mentioned he has a tendency to
“It’s fine,” you grimaced, plastering an awkward smile on
your face. “I never asked.”
It took a while, but finally, the little boy released you
from his grip after his father bribed him with a random food item he had put in
the kid’s eyesight.
Combing your fingers through your hair, the guy gave you a
sheepish smile. “Sorry about that. He likes pretty girls as much as I do.”
With a smile you asked, “Isn’t your wife going to be
angry you’re flirting with some other girl?”
He shook his head sadly. “Nah, my girlfriend skipped out right
after Hayden was born. It’s okay, though. We’re doing just fine, the two of us.
The name’s Ashton, by the way.”
After you told him your name he asked, “Hey, if you’re
not doing anything, would you want to get some coffee? As an apology for
Little did you know, in a few years , Hayden would be
bragging that he was the reason Daddy and Mommy were married.