"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Her heart broke for him. It shattered completely. Ever stoic Noah, unmoving as ice and as warm as a crackling fire in the hearth, was crumbling before her into a million little pieces. Fractures and fractals that couldn't possibly be put back together. It wasn't her job and she doubted it ever would be, but Maeve couldn't help the way she drifted to him now. It was more difficult to mold herself to his back with the swell of her belly, but her arms wrap around his middle and cheek pressing between his shoulder blades. She didn't argue with him or tell him not to say it. She didn't push because it was impossible to push against a wall, but she did what she did best, offered comfort through her touch. It was all she knew to do.
Maeve drew back enough to allow him to straighten, keeping a hand on his back, rubbing gently as she wiped away her own tears. "Whatever you need, Noah. Anything." She murmured softly, chewing on her bottom lip, eyes roving over him as she waited for him to expand on what exactly it is that he needed from her. "Just tell me."
Maeve drew back enough to allow him to straighten, keeping a hand on his back, rubbing gently as she wiped away her own tears. "Whatever you need, Noah. Anything." She murmured softly, chewing on her bottom lip, eyes roving over him as she waited for him to expand on what exactly it is that he needed from her. "Just tell me."
Maeve
