She gave him a small smile, tracing his jaw lightly with her pointer finger. After pausing for a moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling the comfort and warmth from his proximity.
"I love you too, my darling," she said quietly, turning her face into his neck. "More than anything else."
"Hm. Fine," she teased, kissing his cheek once more before sliding back onto the couch, lying back against the armrest.
She stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully, debating momentarily. "Hey, Craw?" she called out hesitantly. "You do want kids, don't you?"
She paused before laughing lightly, not meeting his gaze. "I thought for a moment there that you thought I was pregnant or something," she said. "You seemed terrified."
(lol) She chuckled slightly, stretching out on the couch. "I'm not, by the way," she teased. "Just so you know. No need to panic."
"Francis Craw, my love, you were brushing back your hair, which you always do when you're worried and you were taking really deep breaths to try and steady yourself."
