"Evander." Caroline whispered as she let one of her hands release his and float up to his jaw, landing gently there as he hid from her. His words bit at her, tugging tight and pulling. She couldn't understand why she shouldn't love him. Beyond the fact that they were complete oppisites and always had been. Her love for him was unexpected, irrational, and nothing that she had planned. But she did love him. She wouldn't have settled into this life, given away her freedom (albeit foolishly), if she had felt for him anything less than love.

She needed him to see her, to see her earnestness, so she pulled his hand aside and tilted his face so she was forced to look into her gaze. "Love doesn't have to make sense." She told him, hardly realizing that for the first time in two years she felt like herself. "Whether I should or shouldn't, I do love you. And there is no possible reason why I shouldn't." Her words were fierce, protective, an angry love, passionate and strong. She may have felt as if everything had shackled her down, as if she had chosen the wrong path, but she had chosen it for a reason. And that reason was the inexplicable love that had bloomed between them. She may not have known how mismatched they were then, but she did now, and yet, even after it all, she still loved him. Still wanted to throw her arms around him and hold him tight. To watch him cuddle their daughter to his chest, to guard his emotion, to watch him blush when she teased him. She wanted him. And it didn't make sense. But it didn't have to. Because she was a creature of feeling not of logic and that, she was quite convinced, was why Evander had fallen in love with her in the first place.