PHOEBE
She couldn’t help the small smiled that curved her lips. ’I’d blame me if I did.’ The stubborn, assured tone he took when saying it, clearly not willing to yield or compromise because he thought it was the right thing to do. For a moment, it felt like the old Emmett was back. The one she met in the market. The one who cared about her, even though she was an Outlander. The one she fell for.Give him a focus? Little did he realize most new parents found themselves more scatterbrained with exhaustion than focused by a new little one. Perhaps it would help him find a new purpose though, a new reason to try to live life to its fullest again. She could only hope if it were true that he wished to be as invested as he said he did. But when he said it might be fun she couldn’t help but start to giggle. ”Fun? That…is not how most men would describe it in my experience but…more power to you.” she said with a small smile, unable to hide the adoration in her gaze.
”I appreciate you staying.” she said quietly. ”Especially because you don’t actually have to.”
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
