[ Baby's heart skips a beat, loses its rhythm, erratic and crazy, when Isabelle speaks. Talks of being happy, which is something Baby has only known how to be in fits and starts, tiny little moments that shone in the dark. He swallows hard, then takes her hand in his, moving his head to kiss the center of her palm softly. ]
I'm happy, too. [ It scares him, and it elates him. He's never felt this close to being able to be happy long-term. It's exhilarating, and terrifying to think of, but Baby wouldn't change anything about this road he's taken with Isabelle. ]
I'm so glad I've met you. [ And then he leans down, his hand traveling along her arm until it's cupping her cheek, angling her into yet another kiss, this one softer, the moment having lost some of its feverish urgency. ]
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I'm happy, too. [ It scares him, and it elates him. He's never felt this close to being able to be happy long-term. It's exhilarating, and terrifying to think of, but Baby wouldn't change anything about this road he's taken with Isabelle. ]
I'm so glad I've met you. [ And then he leans down, his hand traveling along her arm until it's cupping her cheek, angling her into yet another kiss, this one softer, the moment having lost some of its feverish urgency. ]