Emmett
Tell me, how do I feel?
It seemed he was finally saying the right things, Phoebe softly agreeing and moving closer to him. As awkward as the angle was, he held her tight and stroked her hair, unable to think of much beyond the woman under his fingers and the gaping hole in his planned future.
She agreed to stay, and he breathed out a sigh of relief. "S'alright. C'mon, we'll go get comfy." He stood and helped her up with him, then took her up the ladder that led upstairs. There were two rooms on the higher level, separated by a thin corridor and two doors on either side. Going to the right door, Emmett opened it and let her into his bedroom.
It wasn't exactly beautiful yet, but he had the hole in the roof fixed and the bed was made, his old sheets and blankets in a messy pile over the mattress. "Here we are...s'not much yet, but I've been workin' on everythin' else first." There was a pang in his heart as he thought how some of the specific work he'd done lately was a nursery, but he didn't say anything, gesturing for her to get into bed while he went to check on the kids one last time.
