Caleb pov
"I'm so tired of fighting." She wiped her face. "Tired of being strong, tired of protecting myself, tired of wanting something I'm terrified to have."
"Then stop fighting." I pulled her into my arms, and this time she let me. "Stop protecting yourself from me and just let me in."
She shook against me, her face buried in my chest, years of pain and fear pouring out in silent sobs. I held her, stroking her hair, pressing kisses to her temple.
"I've got you," I murmured. "I'm here, I'm not leaving, and I've got you."
We stood there for a long time, her crying and me holding her, the morning sun streaming through the windows.
Finally, she pulled back, wiping her eyes. "I need coffee."
"Okay." I poured her a fresh cup, added cream and sugar the way she liked it.
We sat at the
