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It was the third time that Eight had came to the pink headstone in a week, still with the fresh feeling of marriage from Three. The Octoling would normally come twice every week, once by herself... and once with Marina - they normally visit to give updates on both Octoling’s lives, but this particular reason wasn’t for this.
So the gravestone in front of her would most likely be surprised when they sees Agent 8, adorned in pirate black - as if she was back in time, fighting against Tartar... and against Agent 3, her own wife.
“Hey mum...” Eight never felt any sense of awkwardness when Pearl and her would talk: About the surface, about what happened with Tartar, about Three... especially about Three; Eight always loved how silly her mom would be when she would threaten to cut Three up is she did anything, much to the Octoling’s own embarrassment.
But no matter what, the Inkling would always be there, talking to her teasingly as if she was her best friend.
The best friend she could ever have.
“M-Mum, I think mummy’s already told you about what happened yesterday,” Eight quickly glanced back, trying to catch sight of Three’s own car, where she’d be listening to music, or texting to Callie or Marie or whatever; it didn’t matter now.
Eight’s eyes went back to the headstone, specifically the carved art of her own mother’s face - her golden eyes stared back endearingly as the ring on her finger suddenly felt heavier. The Octoling felt obliged to fall on her knees; she didn’t want to look down on Pearl when she says this.
“Do you like the ring? Mummy made it herself.”
Agent 8 held out her hand so that Pearl could see the diamond ring that decorated the Inkling’s hand, turning her wrist around every so often, letting the Inkling have a good look from all sides, “It fits perfectly well”.
8 could almost imagine what mom would be saying; she’d be holding the Agent’s hand, turning it around again and again for a few minutes - looking for something that only Pearl would say.
But she didn’t know what she’d say afterwards.
Her smile faltered, and she lost her voice to say anything for the next few moments.
“M-Mum, Three’s a great person... I k-know that she acts t-tough but she really c-cares about m-me.”
Eight stared at the gravestone; for the first time she didn’t know what Pearl would say. She looked down at the ring on her finger again - she didn’t want to leave her mom like this!
My Pearl could shake the world, break the stage with just her words
and with her nerves of steel shaking, she’ll be sure to wake the Earth!
3 laid down in the passenger seat, waiting for Eight to arrive - she was just talking to Callie about Pearl; unsurprisingly, she invited both 3 and 8 for dinner so they could talk about it, with Dedf1sh cooking of course.
She was about to type a “no thanks”, until she heard knocking on the window; alerting 3 to swing up, checking for the intruder that was now banging on her window. She was more than surprised when she realised it was her own wife, trying to say something - she leaned over to turn off her music.
Three went to open the car door, “Already? I thought that you’d talk more than th-“
Agent 8 grabbed onto Three’s hand, the iron grip forcing the smaller girl to be dragged along, inside the graveyard... much to the Inkling’s own surprise - Eight never tested her boundaries, so forcing her to be carried along was a completely new feeling, “Where are we going?”
“You know exactly where...”
Eight had basically memorised mathematically where Pearl’s headstone laid, so Agent 3 had nervously scrambled up something positive from her mind... that she could say about 8 with the short amount of time she had.
When they reached the stone, it was oddly silent for all three girls; the wind howling was the only sound that she could hear.
“Hey mum... you know Three already, sh-she’s here now”.
3 just awkwardly stood there, the cheesy words which she tried memorising quickly falling apart, as her wife looked quizzically at her - waiting for the Inkling to say something... anything at all.
“Uuh, Hi... Ms Houzki, hows life...?”.
As soon as 3 realised what she had said, the ringing that was already in her ears reached a new limit; yet she could definitely hear Agent 8 slapping both hands onto her face, the regret finally sinking into the poor Octoling’s head. Eight was about to push a Three out of her way, telling her to go back to the car - but Three quickly had the nerve cut her off, adding more words.
“I love Eight, uuh and I promise to keep her safe... becuase I love her...yeah”. Agent 8 paused, dropping the hand that was almost ready to push her away; she listened on... “She’s really nice, and I know she loves me, and I’ve never fallen so hard for another like this. I can’t even operate until I know she’s safe... I just really love her”.
Three was sure she could see both Pearl’s and Eight’s hearts softening, as she rambled on... just talking about how perfect 8 was, to a point she stopped fiddling with the ring on her hand. “...and yeah, she’s just perfect for me... we fit perfectly well together...”
She felt a nudge on her arm, and 3 snapped her head to look at her wife - she was worried, nervously wondering if she said something wrong; and it only increased her worry when she saw tears brimming in her Octoling’s eyes.
She silently laced her arms around Three’s own one, as she stared at the headstone. “See mum, she really cares... and I love her so much”.
Agent 3 sheepishly smiled, looking through her wife..as she now stared at the headstone too, “And I love her too - well only when she’s not hopelessly staring at me and-“.
Her Eight was quick to playfully kick her, as both wives smiled only grew - Three was sure that she saw Pearl’s own grin widening. She heard her Octoling talking, “Hey, we’re going to go... but I’m definitely coming again tommorow for a fourth time”.
“I don’t mind coming too”.
And with that, the gleam that was already present on Agent 8’s face grew to something of pure adoration - the amount of love that was felt for Three was shown by her grabbing onto her cheeks, and lightly kissing onto her lips again and again.
“That’s what you get for always kissing Marina in front of me!” Agent 8 giggled to herself, as she wrapped her arms again around Three, and walking away... forcing the starstruck girl to be lead along with her.
As Three drove silently; still blown away with all the kisses she had got, Eight leaned her head against the car window, deep in thought - soon realising exactly what Pearl would’ve said when she’d have seen the ring on her finger.
“Eight, you two fit perfectly well together”.
Meow, I love making title references; it’s so nice. This story isn’t so nice though mwhaha