Post by mac on May 22, 2017 0:47:16 GMT
This wasn’t how Arthur expected the day to go. He wanted to celebrate and be happy with Chardonnay’s parents, but he felt a pull to be here and not to leave Chardonnay alone. He felt her body lean more heavily against his and kept her propped up with his back. He glanced down at his lap, at his hands which were fiddling with one another.
She was scared, and unhappy. He figured as much, but to hear her say that made him feel a mix of relief and fear. Relief, because she was behind honest with him finally but fear because what did that mean for this situation? For him, for them? He picked at his fingers with his nails. She wasn’t happy. He knew that, but it still hurt to hear. His heart thumped in his chest, it felt and sounded loud to him. He was glad he wasn’t looking at her, because he was positive his expression looked completely hurt by what she’d just said – even if he didn’t want to look that way. He knew how she felt. So why did it hurt so much for her to say it out loud? He already expected it.
He remained silent for a few minutes, because what could he say to that? He could see why she was scared, though. Her body was going to go through the changes. She was the one who was going to have to support the baby for nine or so months. ”I’m sorry you’re not happy,” was all he could really say for a moment. Another few minutes ticked on and he glanced up at the ceiling. ”This whole thing just kind of... took control of our situation, I guess. And I wish I could give it back to you,” he said, sliding his hand back slightly. His fingers gently touched Chardonnay’s fist. He could tell it was clenched tightly and pressed his lips together. What else could he say? He slowly slipped his hand up to gently rest over her clenched fist to give a brief squeeze, and then rested his hand beside hers again. ”...if something happens that you really can’t... or if there’s something we can change to help give you more control, just... Just tell me and I’ll try to change it.”