She was looking at him as if he’d lost his mind – Evander registered this faintly, through the haze of tears – but even the realisation was not enough to stop the deluge. Instead, the more he tried to stop crying, the more force it wracked him with: a huge, rattling sob, stress and relief and love and fear all at once. Caroline pulled him in, and this was all wrong because she had done all the work here and ought not to be the one comforting him, but he didn’t resist, there was nowhere else he could be right now but with them both, his face buried in her shoulder.
The crying was weeping now, emotion still coming in huge convulsive gasps and wet marks on her shoulders and tears clinging to his eyelashes and his cheeks and the end of his nose, but after what felt like decades he drew back and tried, insanely, to smile through it. “I’ve never been s–so happy,” he hiccoughed desperately, gazing between Caroline and the baby.
Their daughter wasn’t even crying, though babies were quite entitled to: Merlin, she was perfectly composed.
The crying was weeping now, emotion still coming in huge convulsive gasps and wet marks on her shoulders and tears clinging to his eyelashes and his cheeks and the end of his nose, but after what felt like decades he drew back and tried, insanely, to smile through it. “I’ve never been s–so happy,” he hiccoughed desperately, gazing between Caroline and the baby.
Their daughter wasn’t even crying, though babies were quite entitled to: Merlin, she was perfectly composed.
