Evie
She grins unrepentantly at his pointed stare, only to morph into a pout when the point he’s making neatly double-crosses to apply to her now too. “I have more time than you, technically,” she grumbles lightheartedly, though it’s not entirely true. Homemaking is no vacation even with a devoted husband to share the load - and a lanky plant-son to do the same. Or maybe it doesn’t matter if she’s busy or not because Evie loves every moment she gets to spend with her family after a lifetime living in the nightmarish entrapping that had been the Wordsworth home.
But those dark reminders are brief at best, largely subconscious, and utterly dispelled with the warmth and weight of Deimos’ hands wrapping around hers the instant she reaches for him. Evie would bet her soul any day on this truth; Deimos will always reach back.
His reception of the news is an answer unto itself, and the Evergreen’s nerves dispel in a whoosh of laughter as he sweeps her off the floor and onto the counter to be kissed silent. She lets him pour each bright, beautiful feeling into her through their joined lips, chasing away any doubts she may have had that - in hindsight - were rather ridiculous. They had conceived Erebos in a time more fraught than this, and he has been nothing but a gift ever since. A reason to keep living and fighting. Even if they hadn’t shared their openness to another child before, though admittedly not recently or with intentional attempts, Evie should not have worried at all.
Brow against his, she squeezes his nape where her fingers slide into his hair and smiles brilliantly. “Very okay,” whooshes out like a great sigh, nerves (at least the ones about telling him) finally settling. “I told her not to tell me anything else, just confirmation and general health status. Like we did with Erebos.” The moment Marnie had confirmed it Evie had requested it, doubting their feelings on that front had changed. “But…wow. Gods, it’s real isn’t it? We’re having another baby!” Her voice shakes again but this time with wonder, joy, awe. Life continues to prove her wrong again and again, showing her greater heights of happiness than she could have ever dreamed of as a girl.
But those dark reminders are brief at best, largely subconscious, and utterly dispelled with the warmth and weight of Deimos’ hands wrapping around hers the instant she reaches for him. Evie would bet her soul any day on this truth; Deimos will always reach back.
His reception of the news is an answer unto itself, and the Evergreen’s nerves dispel in a whoosh of laughter as he sweeps her off the floor and onto the counter to be kissed silent. She lets him pour each bright, beautiful feeling into her through their joined lips, chasing away any doubts she may have had that - in hindsight - were rather ridiculous. They had conceived Erebos in a time more fraught than this, and he has been nothing but a gift ever since. A reason to keep living and fighting. Even if they hadn’t shared their openness to another child before, though admittedly not recently or with intentional attempts, Evie should not have worried at all.
Brow against his, she squeezes his nape where her fingers slide into his hair and smiles brilliantly. “Very okay,” whooshes out like a great sigh, nerves (at least the ones about telling him) finally settling. “I told her not to tell me anything else, just confirmation and general health status. Like we did with Erebos.” The moment Marnie had confirmed it Evie had requested it, doubting their feelings on that front had changed. “But…wow. Gods, it’s real isn’t it? We’re having another baby!” Her voice shakes again but this time with wonder, joy, awe. Life continues to prove her wrong again and again, showing her greater heights of happiness than she could have ever dreamed of as a girl.
I see you when you chase the dreams inside your head
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
