Not even twenty-four hours ago Melody was contemplating how to cope without Ben in her life, and now he was embracing her on their bed. It felt awkward and wrong, mainly because she didn't believe it was genuine. Offering support for someone in pain was just something one did. The situation hadn't changed — Ben still likely wanted rid of her (not that she blamed him for it). There were still mountains to climb before they got back to where they were last week.

They still had to get through this.

However, shrugging off his touch felt like more of an insult than allowing it to continue did. Melody turned further into him, her knees shifting into his lap. "No, I'll be okay." She mumbled quietly. The pains were gradually becoming more intense and she really ought to prepare herself for what was to come, but she stayed as she was wrapped in his arms. Some comfort had to be better than none, even if it was falsely given.