Your soul
is the light that sees my dark,
and loves me all the same.
is the light that sees my dark,
and loves me all the same.
The hospital was only a couple blocks away, but Zavien was huffing by the time they arrived, glancing nervously between Soh and the staff, waiting for them to realize the gravity of the situation. Instead, they remained calm, barely even blinking at the contractions or the boxers on display. It was just another Tuesday to them, jotting down a few notes and giving easy, reassuring smiles as they worked through the intake process. It wasn't exactly helping his anxiety, but it also didn't make things worse.
He doesn't release her until they're finally in a room, and even then, it's only long enough to shove his legs into the pair of pants he'd brought before he was back at her side, slipping his hand into hers. He didn't know how the medical professionals were convinced of Soh's status, but there was nothing he could do to speed things along or ease her suffering beyond being present at her side.
Once the most recent contraction dissipated, Zavien clasped her hand between his, releasing the breath he'd been holding into an airy chuckle. "Excited is the understatement of the century." The race of his heart was more than nerves.
Grabbing a cold, wet cloth, he ran it gently across her forehead, wiping away the sweat and golden strands. His gaze softened, a smile melting onto his lips, warmer and sweeter than honey. "Have I told you how much I love you recently?" He knew he had, but Zavien was happy to tell her a thousand more times if it distracted her from the pain.
He doesn't release her until they're finally in a room, and even then, it's only long enough to shove his legs into the pair of pants he'd brought before he was back at her side, slipping his hand into hers. He didn't know how the medical professionals were convinced of Soh's status, but there was nothing he could do to speed things along or ease her suffering beyond being present at her side.
Once the most recent contraction dissipated, Zavien clasped her hand between his, releasing the breath he'd been holding into an airy chuckle. "Excited is the understatement of the century." The race of his heart was more than nerves.
Grabbing a cold, wet cloth, he ran it gently across her forehead, wiping away the sweat and golden strands. His gaze softened, a smile melting onto his lips, warmer and sweeter than honey. "Have I told you how much I love you recently?" He knew he had, but Zavien was happy to tell her a thousand more times if it distracted her from the pain.
Zavien
