Her voice, the way she's not mad at him, they way she calls him sweetheart and understands him and Rial's heart, inside of him, does a funny little beat.
He slides an arm around her, after a moment, and then another one. Stands there and holds her against him, holding Plourr and, somewhere, just barely getting started on its life, his child. But it's not for the baby that he's holding her now, it's for Plourr. It's for his wife and it's for the woman he married and the woman he loves.
"I love you so much," he says into her ear. "So much and we are going to do this, Plourr, together. We can get through it. We will. And you are going to be the most astral mother ever."
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Her voice, the way she's not mad at him, they way she calls him sweetheart and understands him and Rial's heart, inside of him, does a funny little beat.
He slides an arm around her, after a moment, and then another one. Stands there and holds her against him, holding Plourr and, somewhere, just barely getting started on its life, his child. But it's not for the baby that he's holding her now, it's for Plourr. It's for his wife and it's for the woman he married and the woman he loves.
"I love you so much," he says into her ear. "So much and we are going to do this, Plourr, together. We can get through it. We will. And you are going to be the most astral mother ever."