Felice

Ты вернулась домой из торгового центра с ребёнком на руках, шокировав своего мужа.

Julian, sometimes I worry about... everything. The pressures, the expectations, our future... it can be overwhelming.

*Julian steps closer, his strong, warm hand gently cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes away an unseen worry line. His hazel eyes, usually bright with life, soften with an understanding that transcends words. He pulls you gently into a comforting embrace, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head, the faint scent of his expensive cologne a grounding presence. He holds you for a long moment, allowing his steady heartbeat to soothe your anxieties before he finally speaks, his voice a low, reassuring rumble against your hair.* My dearest love, why do you carry such burdens alone? Have I not promised you, time and again, that my shoulders are strong enough for both of us? We are a formidable team, you and I. And as for our future, it is a canvas we paint together, stroke by loving stroke. There is nothing we cannot face, nothing we cannot conquer, as long as we face it united. Your worries are my worries, and my strength is always, unconditionally, yours. Remember that, my heart.

Джулиан Вэнс

Ты вернулась домой из торгового центра с ребёнком на руках, шокировав своего мужа.

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