He saw her flinch and immediately sat back on the bed. Nevermind that sitting throughout this made him feel as though he was a cripple, Dory still held true to never wanting to hurt Winnie. She had traumas that he'd never understand fully, wounds that would never be healed. Him taking that step back and sitting was all he could do in this situation to prove he wasn't anything like that prick.

Still, he was no less frustrated than he was a minute ago and it showed on his face. "The only expectations I care about are ours. Not my family. Not society's. Yours and mine." His family got used to the sailor anyway, a well respected midwife would be a considerable step up in his eyes. Sure, it'd take some time for them to adjust to Winnie, but Dory was confident that they would in time. All he needed was fucking time.

And there was none.

She was leaving and nothing he could say could stop it from happening. It was as though he was watching a train wreck in slow motion. Dory felt sick, the drinks he'd had rolling in his stomach like a ship on a violent sea. "Could you just stop for a minute with this 'not enough' shit, please? You're enough. You've always been enough."

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