Wendy
"There's something I can need help with," I finally admit, my head turned to the wall.
"What can I help with," He says in the dark.
"I...I don't think I know?"
"That's okay. Do you know what I can do?" He asked.
"Can you hold me...and tell me I'm okay?"
He turns around, gently pulling me into his arms. "You're alright, Wendy. I love you."
Even better.
Does he really feel that way about me? Truly? Is that...How? How can he after everything.
"Do you doubt me?" He rasps. "Doubt that I mean it?"
"I...how could I not? It's not you. It's what I put you through. I'm a selfish b***h, Hound."
"Don't say that about my future wife," He nudges me.
I look away. "I'm serious."
"So am I," He says sternly. "Don't make me spank you."
I cough. "Don't say that so liberally," I mutter.
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