PHOEBE
Phoebe smiled a little and gently brushed some hair off of his forehead, listening quietly. Again, it was good to hear him speak of his family in such specifics. It was a sign of progress, of moving forward. But the thought of Chris and Milly helping at the clinic, she laughed a little and kissed his chin. "I think most of it would go well over their heads to be honest, but they are pretty young. My sister in law has three sons Chris could spend time with and Milly still might like to hang around and help with other things." There were pleanty of things for a young girl to learn. Sewing, cooking, cleaning and the like. Then of course both the children would need to learn their letters and arithmatic. It wouldn't be hard to keep them occupied. She would have been very pleased to continue to kiss him, but he apparently had more to say. At first her face followed his, not really wanting him to pull away, but she stopped herself, opening her eyes to look at him. The sentiment was sweet and she smiled at him, her fingers tracing abstract shapes on his back. "That seems a good idea to me. For someday." she said with a little nod.
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?
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?
