“I’m not frightened of you,” she said gently, guiding his hands to her waist. “I love you. You were just trying protect us.”
She kissed his chest, rubbing his abdomen gently. “I’m not going to give up on you, Abel,” she said quietly. “No matter what.”
Her fingers curled in his shirt and she gave him a small smile, planting one kiss on his neck before closing her eyes.
(Yoop!) That day, Abel was working in the planning room again, finishing what he started the other day.
Ophelia came in, looking down at the table. She wore a red shirt and jeans, and her hair was down today, falling around her shoulders. "What're you doing?" she asked, coming up next to him.