Emmett
Tell me, how do I feel?
"I guess so. Maybe I can find farm hands easier now." Emmett softly smiled, the comment feeling odd in the midst of what was happening, but...he wasn't sure what else to talk about. Phoebe didn't want to discuss the miscarriage itself, and talking of the baby would just make both of them sad.
Luckily she seemed to understand he had not meant anything bad by his question and she lost some of the tension in her body. Emmett reached forward to take her into his arms, pushing his crate closer so he could hold her and sit comfortably, if she wanted to be held. "Yeah, I know. I was..happy too. Scared, but...really happy, after that."
It had been the promise of a fresh start, a new chapter. "..But...y'know, we can...take the time we need to get sorted, then one day..." He left his words trailing off, but the implication of try again was obvious.
