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Why Can't This Be? [arockysmith + tlstiffl]

Marta hopped off the bus when it reached her destination. It was the same spot she has been meeting Ezra for the past week and a half. Over that period of time, Marta and Ezra have become closer, but they had to continue to be cautious. After the night that they baked Marta's first ever cookies, which came out pretty decent considering, Marta had spent the night. Ezra's mother said it was ok, but when they awoke in the morning, Marta could feel the tension in the room. Marta suddenly didn't feel very welcomed. Ezra, being blunt like tended to be, said his parents were not comfortable at all with what happened. Marta worried it meant it had to end, but Ezra said they would find a way.

So after that day, Marta did not just show up at the bakery. They agreed on a place to meet. It had to be far enough away from her side of town too. So they agreed on meeting on the outskirts of town, right before the border with the next city over. There was a small bookstore with a bench outside where they met everyday. From there, they would either sit and talk on that bench, or if they felt too out in the open, they would go into the bookstore and read together or talk quietly in there. Sometimes they would share kisses behind the shelves in the back. Marta was learning more and more about the Jewish culture everyday, and understanding what it means to be Jewish. Some days, if Ezra was certain his parents would be out of the bakery, they would sneak in and bake something together. Marta was becoming more and more familiar around a kitchen.

It was almost half past three in the afternoon. Marta and Ezra were to meet soon. They never made plans of what they were going to do, just when they would meet. As Marta hopped off the bus, she started to walk over to their bench. She knew she was early, the way the bus schedule ran, she tended to be earlier than Ezra. But she didn't mind. She would take the time to sit and read her copy of the Torah that Ezra loaned her. At least attempt to. Ezra was teaching her Hebrew, but it was difficult to learn a new language, but with Marta's photogenic memory, she picked it up fairly quickly. However, it appeared she wouldn't be getting much reading done, because as she walked towards the bench, she saw a girl standing there, waving at her and calling out her name.

Marta scrambled in her mind to remember the girl's name. Ezra and her had run into last week as they were walking into the bakery. The way she spoke and looked at Ezra made Marta very uncomfortable. Marta and Ezra never really discussed what their relationship was. Marta's feeling have not changed, and only have grown stronger, but they tend to avoid the "L" word. They do still share kisses and tender touches, but really they just enjoy having each other around. Ezra's presence calmed Marta, made her feel safe and warmed. And she hoped she did the same for him. So when this girl acted like Ezra was her's, Marta felt the green eye of jealousy flair a little, but she contained it. Ezra never mentioned that he was suppose to marry this girl, he just told her that his family and her's were very close.

As Marta got closer, the girl's named popped into her head. "Hi Atalia, how are you?" she asked kindly.

"I am well. Have you seen Ezra?" she asked.

"He should be along shortly." Marta said, feeling very awkward and a little frustrated. What did this girl want with Ezra?

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Why Can't This Be? [arockysmith + tlstiffl]

"I thought she would too" Marta said softly as she quickly grabbed the dress and stepped into it, zipping it up the side. Once she was sure she was fully covered, she stood there awkwardly for a second. What was she suppose to do now? She figured Ezra would want her to leave so he could finish getting dressed, but Marta seemed frozen in place. She saw how quickly Ezra was to cover his scars. Marta wished she could let him now it didn't bother her, at least not in the way he thought. She knew they were placed on his body unwillingly, and how much of a painful reminder they are to him. She wished there was a way to take them away, but she can't, so the next best thing is to try and show him that it didn't bother her.

Taking a risk, Marta quietly walked over to Ezra, stepping around him so she was facing him. She reached up and grabbed the hand that was covering his eyes and smiled gently at him. She then stepped closer, letting him keep his hand on the scar, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held him tightly for a moment, not wanting to upset, and pulled back. When she pulled back, she made sure to look him straight in the eyes so he knew she wasn't looking at the scar. Marta hoped ignoring the scars would go over better than drawing attention to them.

"Hurry up. I want to try my cookies" she said, a goofy grin on her face. She then stepped away and turned and left the room. She walked into the living room, Ezra's parents still talking in the kitchen. She didn't want to intrude, so she just looked around.

In all the chaos last night, and keeping Ezra calm, Marta didn't get to do what she likes to do in new place. Explore. Looking around the small room she took it all in. There was the couch that she held Ezra in last night, a small fire place in the center with some framed photos on the mantel. Off the side of the fireplace there was pile of pillows and blankets on the floor. Marta couldn't help but frown, that must be where Ezra slept. Then she looked over to the far left corner and saw for the first time, a small upright piano, which looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. There were some baskets on top holding random knickknacks. Marta is always drawn to a piano.

She walked over, and pulled the bench out. She ran her hands over the cover, a thin layer of dust on it. This piano was very small to the grand piano she had in her house. But it didn't matter its size, a piano is a magical thing. She lifted the cover, which squeaked a little, and the ivory keys appeared before her. She smiled, placing her hands on the keys, but didn't play. She didn't want to be rude, so for now, she just enjoyed being near the thing that has been so important to her her entire life.

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Why Can't This Be? [arockysmith + tlstiffl]

Marta frowned a little when Ezra said she had to wait to try the cookies. She can be very impatient when she wants to be, but she let out a sigh and let Ezra guide her up the stairs. When they entered the little house, Marta felt a weird mixture of emotions. It is hard to believe she was here less than 24 hours ago. She tried not to remember how events transpired when she left here last night, and how there was much Marta and Ezra needed to talk about, but for now she tried to just enjoy being in Ezra’s life. To her, the size of his did not matter. True, their entire apartment could fit in Marta’s kitchen, but it feels more warm and welcoming than her house ever has.

She let Ezra usher her into the bathroom, handing her a towel and telling her he’d have her mom get her a dress. She nodded her head, reaching over to kiss Ezra a smell peck on the cheek, before disappearing into the bathroom. Once in, she decided to undress inside the tub, in case there was any flour left on her. Once she was stripped, she turned the water on and again, only filled the tub about halfway. She sat down and this time made sure to rinse her hair because it had be coated in flour. As she was scrubbing her body, she looked down at her stomach and frowned where there was already a large purple and blue bruise on her stomach from where Oscar punched her. Marta had been having so much fun with Ezra baking, so honestly forgot about it. But now she was noticing a dull ache was beginning to form again.

Letting out a sigh, she finished rinsing when there was a quiet knock on the door.

“Yes?” she called out softly.

“Marta I have a dress for you in my bedroom when you are ready” said Edith’s mom.

“Thank you.”

Marta stood from the tub and grabbed her towel drying herself off. She paused a moment. Why did Edith’s mom not bring her a dress like last night? Was she upset she is borrowing yet another dress? Marta returned the first one! And she was surprised Edith’s mom would have her leave the bathroom in only a towel, but maybe she was just tired and not thinking clearly.

So Martha opened the door and peeked out and heard voices in the kitchen. Sounds like they were all in the other room, so Marta tiptoed out and snuck over to the bedroom, opening the door quietly. She walked in, turning and facing the door to make sure she closed it without slamming. She noticed right away there was a dress on the back off the door. Marta was completely unaware of who else was in there with her. She let her towel drop to the floor, when she heard a gasp.

Jumping, Marta turned around, and her eyes instantly landed on Ezra. Marta standing there completely naked from head to toe, every inch of her skin showing, was frozen for a moment. She has never been naked in front of another person, except her mother and nannies, and that was when she was much younger. It took a good 15-20 seconds before Marta finally snapped back to reality and reached down and grabbed her towel.

Marta finally processing what happened, also noticed for the first time all Ezra had on was his pants, leaving his top fully exposed. It was the first time she has seen his scars. She felt them, but seeing them was completely different. It made her frown, but she knew they were a touchy subject with Ezra so she quickly acted like she didn’t see and covered her eyes with her hands.

“Your mom...she said there was a dress I could wear in here...I should have knocked.” she said, still unsure of whether she should leave or just continue to stand there like an awkward person.