But I couldn't have done it without you. I couldn't have done any of this without you.
[ she looks back up at him for just long enough to smile, tilting her face back down when he presses a kiss to the top of her head. her body is getting heavy, returning back to the bed very much returning her back to sleep. but her attention shifts, her eyes lighting up the moment phillip squirms.
eliza moves her hand slowly, running her finger along phillip's cheek. is eyes move from her to alexander, as if needing to doublecheck that they're both there, before settling back into his father's arms. eliza has moments like this where she is absolutely floored by the simple beauty of her life, of this moment.
alexander exhales, and she looks back up to him, watches the thoughts move across his face without being able to tell what they're saying, what they mean. she wishes, even now, that she could be truly privy to it - but knows that maybe, that isn't somewhere she needs to be. she does settle right back into his side, her hand back on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, listening to him relaxing.
and then there are his words - beautiful, poetic, honest - that has her chest swelling. the greatest work. she wonders, briefly, about if now is the time. if she should say something. but she is so warm and so comfortable and so in love. which is why, after a moment of silence, she responds - a whisper of her own, her eyes still on phillip. ]
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[ she looks back up at him for just long enough to smile, tilting her face back down when he presses a kiss to the top of her head. her body is getting heavy, returning back to the bed very much returning her back to sleep. but her attention shifts, her eyes lighting up the moment phillip squirms.
eliza moves her hand slowly, running her finger along phillip's cheek. is eyes move from her to alexander, as if needing to doublecheck that they're both there, before settling back into his father's arms. eliza has moments like this where she is absolutely floored by the simple beauty of her life, of this moment.
alexander exhales, and she looks back up to him, watches the thoughts move across his face without being able to tell what they're saying, what they mean. she wishes, even now, that she could be truly privy to it - but knows that maybe, that isn't somewhere she needs to be. she does settle right back into his side, her hand back on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, listening to him relaxing.
and then there are his words - beautiful, poetic, honest - that has her chest swelling. the greatest work. she wonders, briefly, about if now is the time. if she should say something. but she is so warm and so comfortable and so in love. which is why, after a moment of silence, she responds - a whisper of her own, her eyes still on phillip. ]
One of the greatest works, now.