The nudge of her leg against his was as effective as anything as crumbling the wall that had built up steadily between them, as easily as if it were sand. He shifted a little nearer, and let her fold her hand into his. He brushed his thumb over her skin there, grateful for a tangible impression not that she was sorry (she kept saying it, and he didn’t want it), but that she had maybe also forgiven him.
He let out a sigh, a hefty exhale, at the words that came next, words he really couldn’t fight – because he felt much the same about her. “I’m sorry I’ve wasted so much time.” They might have the rest of their lives together – so there was no rush – but still, time felt precious in these early days, with a baby on the way and so many changes all at once. He didn’t want to look back and hate himself for letting their melancholy stretch on like this, miserable day after miserable day, when this was really all he had wanted. “Mine too,” he agreed, leaning over to kiss her lightly, with just a little lingering hesitance.
“And I am sorry. It’s my first time being married,” he added, pulling a rueful face and hoping a joke might shake off the hold of the last uncomfortable months. (But it was true: marriage had wrought a lot of changes to his life all at once, and he was still getting used to them, still learning how to be a husband.) “But maybe we could have a fresh start?” If he could have any gift at all today from her, it would be that.
He let out a sigh, a hefty exhale, at the words that came next, words he really couldn’t fight – because he felt much the same about her. “I’m sorry I’ve wasted so much time.” They might have the rest of their lives together – so there was no rush – but still, time felt precious in these early days, with a baby on the way and so many changes all at once. He didn’t want to look back and hate himself for letting their melancholy stretch on like this, miserable day after miserable day, when this was really all he had wanted. “Mine too,” he agreed, leaning over to kiss her lightly, with just a little lingering hesitance.
“And I am sorry. It’s my first time being married,” he added, pulling a rueful face and hoping a joke might shake off the hold of the last uncomfortable months. (But it was true: marriage had wrought a lot of changes to his life all at once, and he was still getting used to them, still learning how to be a husband.) “But maybe we could have a fresh start?” If he could have any gift at all today from her, it would be that.
look ANOTHER beautiful bee!set <3