He set Aubrey down and looked down at the baby for a moment before kissing her forehead, pulling her blanket over her and heading for his bedroom, his shoulders slumped.
Avice was in the bedroom, facing away from the door to a blank canvas. The paintbrush was clenched in her hand as she stared at the white page in disdain.
He was quiet, crossing his arms as he studied her. His lips parted as he opened his mouth to speak but his words stopped in his throat and he sighed, shaking his head as he left the room.
Jack took a deep breath as he flopped onto the couch, his brow furrowed as he turned over and tried to sleep, closing his eyes tightly.
He sighed, staying still for a moment before sitting up and heading into the bedroom, running his hands through his hair.
The canvas moved to be face down on the floor, the paint brush across the room. She watched the empty easel.
She sat on the ground, her brows knit. "I haven't painted in nine months. Not a thing. When I try.." She took a breath. "I can't paint anything. It's just.. not working. I can't paint."
He hesitated before coming over and sitting next to her, crossing his legs. "Well... I can't paint either, if that's any consolation."
She went to him, burying her face in his chest. "I'm sorry I'm the way I am. You.. You deserve so much better."
"I am as happy with you as you are with me," he told her quietly. "Don't worry, okay? I'll love you even if you never get your painting ability back."
