To Live, Perchance to Love

PHOEBE

"Maybe." she said with a small smile. She hoped he would be able to find more help. It was clear he needed it. Running a farm really wasn't a one person job after all, but she knew Emmett would work himself to the bone if given the chance.

Phoebe certainly wasn't going to protest being held, closing her eyes as her cheek pressed to his chest. The position was a bit awkward but she didn't care. As much as she craved praise in general, she also craved physical affection from him specifically. Her arms wrapped around his waist and a shuddering breath escaped her lips as she continued to try and keep it together. "I'm sorry." she whispered again, feeling the weight of his sorrow on her shoulders too. That he had been scared was no surprise - in a way she had been too but only because it was new not for the reasons he had - but that he had also been happy about it was both comforting and painful to hear.

What he said next was logical - she knew this to be so. But it wasn't something she could agree with. Not wholly. "Other children won't replace this one." she whispered, her fingers curling into his shirt. It wasn't a criticism of what he said, because it was all true. They had time to figure themselves out. They had time to be more ready. But that trying - with the intent of a pregnency there - again would somehow fix this hurt just would not resonate with her. She would be happy, but this wasn't a pain that could be fixed with something new.

Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?