Indeed, the moments of tenderness, of quiet, that always seem to stand out most in his mind. Never the act of sex, but the moment after; never the moment of passionate madness, but the moment of peace. Both are remembered in great detail, but it's these times of tranquility that reverberate through his memory on a psychological level that leaves him warm, because it reminds him how deeply he loves her.
"You always will, my darling. I know you won't disappoint me." He tucks her hair behind her ear, smoothing his palm against the flesh of her cheek. "No doubt you'll face your share of trials, all manner of pitfalls, and you may succumb to a few of the lesser ones because most people do. But I know that at the end of the day, I'll always be proud of you, my darling."
With a grin, he watches her nuzzle her face into his leg. "Of course I could carry you, you'll never be too big or me too old to carry you." He watches the dog observe her fingers, its tail's frantic rate increasing by the second before the animal sticks its rear in the air, lower half flattening against the floor. It gives an excited yip and leaps at her fingers, hopping toward her with its muzzle set to nibbling mode.
"Of course he's ADD, he's still a baby. Smells are all new and interesting." He chuckles and shakes his head. "If nothing else he's good for your arm muscles. You could build up your biceps curling the dog all the way home."
Leaning away briefly, Richard takes another, long pull of his drink and stares into the caramel-colored liquid. "So Mommy and Daddy are getting married," he says, so casually, so pleasantly, because sometimes the best way of testing the waters is to simply leap straight on in, "and it's important to us that you're there, even though it's just going to be at the courthouse. Do you have anything going on tomorrow afternoon?"
And he braces himself, the tips of his fingers still drifting over her perfect forehead, staring down into her face with a look of only the most earnest adoration. If he were standing, his heels would dig into the ground.
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Date: 2013-01-08 02:31 am (UTC)"You always will, my darling. I know you won't disappoint me." He tucks her hair behind her ear, smoothing his palm against the flesh of her cheek. "No doubt you'll face your share of trials, all manner of pitfalls, and you may succumb to a few of the lesser ones because most people do. But I know that at the end of the day, I'll always be proud of you, my darling."
With a grin, he watches her nuzzle her face into his leg. "Of course I could carry you, you'll never be too big or me too old to carry you." He watches the dog observe her fingers, its tail's frantic rate increasing by the second before the animal sticks its rear in the air, lower half flattening against the floor. It gives an excited yip and leaps at her fingers, hopping toward her with its muzzle set to nibbling mode.
"Of course he's ADD, he's still a baby. Smells are all new and interesting." He chuckles and shakes his head. "If nothing else he's good for your arm muscles. You could build up your biceps curling the dog all the way home."
Leaning away briefly, Richard takes another, long pull of his drink and stares into the caramel-colored liquid. "So Mommy and Daddy are getting married," he says, so casually, so pleasantly, because sometimes the best way of testing the waters is to simply leap straight on in, "and it's important to us that you're there, even though it's just going to be at the courthouse. Do you have anything going on tomorrow afternoon?"
And he braces himself, the tips of his fingers still drifting over her perfect forehead, staring down into her face with a look of only the most earnest adoration. If he were standing, his heels would dig into the ground.