PHOEBE
It warmed her heart to see him smile like that. To her, it seemed like ages since she had seen that expression on his face, the way it caused the corners of his eyes to crease, the shallow dimples in his cheeks. He was cute. But she would never call him that - no, no she had learned very young that boys did not appreciate being called cute. They were handsome and manly...and sometimes secretly cute. So instead she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, smiling back at him.And his sheer joy at her agreement was enough to make any girl feel good about herself she thought. But just when she thought he was going to pick her up he froze. Phoebe blinked at him, wide eyed and confused. He glanced at her waist then expressed his concern...and she couldn't help but giggle. "You can pick me up and spin me, it won't hurt anyone." she assured him. At this stage the baby was actually pretty well protected, so tiny and tucked away. If anything happened it was beyond either of their control. But even once she began to show, a spin wouldn't do more than make her a bit queasy at worst.
He was intent on shocking her it seemed though. "You've been living in a barn with the kids?" she said in shock. She figured he just...kept them in that back room and the upstairs of the house. Or they had been staying with a neighbor. But a drafty barn? That had no stove to cook or heat, no bathroom, no rooms, no anything house-like at all except four walls and a roof? Oh no. This would not due. "Emmett, you can't have kids living in a barn that is a construction project that's dangerous!" she chastised lightly. They could hurt themselves on his tools or get sick from the animals or hurt by the animals or any number of possible scenarios she could think up!
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
