Daff sighed softly in relief as he came up to sit next to her on the sofa. This was the closest they'd been intentionally, emotionally and physically outside of sleeping in the same bed in a long time. The knot that had been tied tightly around her heart started to loosen a little. She still didn't feel like she'd earned his forgiveness, but she took it for a positive step forward.

Gently she pressed the leg closest to him against his, missing the contact, especially now that they were so close. She hated that he felt like that, like she was anything but delighted by and grateful for their home and their life and their marriage. It hadn't been easy, but she really would have rather relived these last few months with him than without.

"I'm so sorry that I gave you that impression," that was the worst of it really, the doubt she had created in him. Daff was exactly where she wanted to be, even if she didn't deserve it. She tentatively reached out to take his hand. The need to explain herself was still there, but she didn't want to add anything else to this; she just wanted to move on and learn from this so that there was no more doubt. She thought for a minute, trying to put together the best way she could think of to soothe the worry before meeting his gaze once more. "But my biggest regret is not meeting you sooner, so that I could love you for longer, because I can't imagine my," she put her free hand on her very round stomach, "Our life without you anymore."