"You're relentless, Rohesia," he murmured, closing his eyes and resting his forehead head against hers.
He rested her hand gently on the side of his neck, the other on his shoulder. "I could say so many things about you, but I can't put it all into one word, because such a word doesn't exist."
She snickered, but shook her head. "No, I might have to add that to the list, though. Only because you said it."
She kissed him lightly. "I don't think you're a dumbass, though," she said. "I think you're really smart, and nice, and good, and amazing, and I love you," she listed off.
He laughed deeply, brushing her hair out of her face. "And I love you too," he finished for her, watching her affectionately,
He followed her back in reluctantly. Damien and Nate were screaming at each other, and Bridget was sitting at the table, looking annoyed.
Avice frowned, obviously not wanting to deal with the yelling. She put a hand on Damien's shoulder and forcefully pushed him to sit down, same with Mate. "Jesus, you guys are annoying. Can't even speak like normal people. Tsk tsk."
Jack watched her for a moment, lovestruck, before clearing his throat. "Nate and Damien," he began. "Say the baby wasn't yours. Would you be with Bridget?" "Yes, of course," said Damien. "Absolutely," said Nate. "Then Bridget, you need to tell them the truth."
Bridget frowned at him before sighing. "You guys.... the baby probably isn't either of yours." Their expressions were hard to read. Hurt. Shock. Anger. They looked at each other. "...neither of us?" Damien asked. "Neither of you," Bridget affirmed. They were silent, until Nate stood up. "I'm done." Damien nodded and joined him. "Me too." They slammed the door behind them.
