Post by Killian Jones on Dec 22, 2014 18:51:37 GMT
Till Death
DO US PART
Emma thanked him for baring with her, and that . . . was never something she need thank him for. He loved her more than words could say, and it should really be him thanking her for opening herself up to him . . . for allowing herself to love him. But he merely responded with a soft smile, not about to start a debate about how she never had to thank him for this. Or apologize for any of this. Which she later began to express. She firstly assured him that she would be fine which . . . he somewhat knew.
He was growing accustomed to these random outbursts, but he still wished he could do more to help -- particularly when she craved things from her world. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Swan. We've dealt with crazier women than you, and they had no excuse," he told her jokingly, though not without truth. She didn't have to be embarrassed for all the men understood . . . even if they didn't always know how to deal with this. She then stated some bread would be fine and he gave a soft smile at her acceptance of it, and his smile remained upon hearing her next words.
They were ones saying how horrible she felt for supposedly ruining their honeymoon. He knew she felt guilt for it ever since she'd first fallen ill. He remained silent, feeling his heart swell with emotion when hearing she loved him, and how she would marry him a million times over. He knew she loved him, but hearing the words never lessened in their impact of how he felt when she said them. "And I love you, Swan," he told her, leaning forward to lightly kiss her lips, unsure how nauseous she may be feeling and didn't want to push it.
So he pulled away after the brief but tender embrace, yet kept their faces close to each others. "And this honeymoon is perfect, Swan . . . because I'm with you." And that was all that mattered. He wished she could make her feel less ill, but he didn't want her to feel any guilt over having supposedly ruined their honeymoon. He didn't see it that way and he didn't want her to either. "I wouldn't trade this for anything," he added.
"Though I don't like seeing you unwell, to know that you have two lives inside of you . . . " His hand went to rest over her belly, his eyes fixated on it for several moments as he thought of what was growing inside. "Aye. I couldn't have imagined a better honeymoon than this." They were in love. They were together. And they were bringing two lives into this world. What more could he possibly have dreamed of?
He was growing accustomed to these random outbursts, but he still wished he could do more to help -- particularly when she craved things from her world. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Swan. We've dealt with crazier women than you, and they had no excuse," he told her jokingly, though not without truth. She didn't have to be embarrassed for all the men understood . . . even if they didn't always know how to deal with this. She then stated some bread would be fine and he gave a soft smile at her acceptance of it, and his smile remained upon hearing her next words.
They were ones saying how horrible she felt for supposedly ruining their honeymoon. He knew she felt guilt for it ever since she'd first fallen ill. He remained silent, feeling his heart swell with emotion when hearing she loved him, and how she would marry him a million times over. He knew she loved him, but hearing the words never lessened in their impact of how he felt when she said them. "And I love you, Swan," he told her, leaning forward to lightly kiss her lips, unsure how nauseous she may be feeling and didn't want to push it.
So he pulled away after the brief but tender embrace, yet kept their faces close to each others. "And this honeymoon is perfect, Swan . . . because I'm with you." And that was all that mattered. He wished she could make her feel less ill, but he didn't want her to feel any guilt over having supposedly ruined their honeymoon. He didn't see it that way and he didn't want her to either. "I wouldn't trade this for anything," he added.
"Though I don't like seeing you unwell, to know that you have two lives inside of you . . . " His hand went to rest over her belly, his eyes fixated on it for several moments as he thought of what was growing inside. "Aye. I couldn't have imagined a better honeymoon than this." They were in love. They were together. And they were bringing two lives into this world. What more could he possibly have dreamed of?
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