HARPER
For all the soreness of his body, standing and preparing for the journey to the bedroom is worth the stiffness that has settled into his joints in the time they've spent on the settee. He follows behind her as she leans down to kiss Jude's head, his hand automatically coming to the small of her back in a move he'd done with Phoebe so few times before she'd vanished. Leaning down once she has straightened, he brushes a kiss over his son's forehead next, whispering a quiet adoration. Aidon's attentive nature is given a wan, appreciative smile as Harper travels past the dragon, reminded anew of the desire to ask for a companion that he'd warred with since before he and Phoebe had even confessed to each other. It would certainly make watching over his child easier, though he's loathe to envision a companion for only that purpose.
Her hands are nimble but gentle as they remove his jacket, and the warmth of her fingertips against his skin as they dive beneath his shirt makes him tremble, not having anticipated the move. Blowing out a breath, he tries to think back, and then chuckles a little brokenly. "A year now." And isn't that a devastating realization? His forehead falls down upon her shoulder, farther than he's used to given Phoebe's taller frame, but he sways lightly in her grip. Docile, trusting.
Her hands are nimble but gentle as they remove his jacket, and the warmth of her fingertips against his skin as they dive beneath his shirt makes him tremble, not having anticipated the move. Blowing out a breath, he tries to think back, and then chuckles a little brokenly. "A year now." And isn't that a devastating realization? His forehead falls down upon her shoulder, farther than he's used to given Phoebe's taller frame, but he sways lightly in her grip. Docile, trusting.
lord don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly
give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
