He kisses her forehead softly, shutting his eyes, before he pulls one hand away and wrapped it around her shoulders and the two fell backwards onto the bed. Jack pulls her in close, wrapping his arms around her, as the tears continue. She’s here. That’s what matters to him most now. Not his art, not his hands, nothing. He would let them be smashed if it meant she would be safe, and content.
“I love you.” he whispered quietly. “So much.”
She reached up a hand to gently wipe away his tears, being as loving in her gesture as possible, as soothing as she can be. “I love you too Jack..to the ends of the universe I will always love you..”
She snuggles closer to him, feeling his heart beat against her own.
He felt hers beating against his chest, her chest rising and falling, her everything. His world. Nothing more could he ask for than what was in his arms now and he knew that to be true.
“We have to start looking into getting a new place. But if, if you don’t want to, if you think we’re going too fast I understand, and… and we can… I don’t. I don’t know…”
Jack Maple 