"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Everything is always too much. She doesn't know how to keep from being too much. She can't help reaching for him. Nor can she help her soft touches or gentle musings, but eventually she releases him to lay back against his chest instead. Maeve draws in a deep breath as his hands finally move to press against the swell of her belly, cradling her gently as she relaxes back against him, relaxing slowly despite everything. "They are. They always will be. Even with twigs in their hair and everything in between." She murmurs in agreement, letting her eyes drift closed as his breathing and the sound of the waves soothe her. She's aware that it won't last. This small moment of peace that's settled after the storm, but she'll take it for now.
Maeve huffs a soft laugh at the term of endearment he's come up for them. "I've been calling them my little star." She tells him softly, licking her lips, jade eyes scanning the horizon and not truly seeing anything. "If it's a boy I was thinking William or Edmund. For a girl I'm between Delilah and Evelynn." Maeve shifts slightly, turning to look at him the best she can from this angle, hoping that he likes them. At least one of them. It matters to her that he does. He deserves to have a say.
Maeve huffs a soft laugh at the term of endearment he's come up for them. "I've been calling them my little star." She tells him softly, licking her lips, jade eyes scanning the horizon and not truly seeing anything. "If it's a boy I was thinking William or Edmund. For a girl I'm between Delilah and Evelynn." Maeve shifts slightly, turning to look at him the best she can from this angle, hoping that he likes them. At least one of them. It matters to her that he does. He deserves to have a say.
Maeve
