Disclaimer—I don't own the characters of Tin Man
With them it all came down to heart in the end. By releasing him from his metal prison and tirelessly believing in him, she had opened his heart to all the possibilities of the world. Because of her his heart had been opened to a new chance with his son and a new life in the OZ. And because she had refused to give up on him his once frozen heart had opened up to the love she had for him, and the love he was discovering he had for her.
She had taken his hand in hers and pressed it to her heart the first time she told him she loved him. The staccato beat was the background to her loving confession, and before long his free hand drifted up to rest softly against her cheek. For a moment he had only stared into her eyes, blue on blue, and that wonderful heart of hers had begun to beat at a hummingbird's pace. It had only calmed when he'd finally said the four simple words that made her want to take flight. 'I love you too.'
It had been heart that he'd spoken of the night that he'd proposed. He told her that she'd given him back everything he'd ever had or wanted. With her had come closure, love and the second half of his soul. She should have seen it coming with the way he was going on in such an un-Cain like way. Still, when he had dropped to his knee and produced a simple ring with channel set diamonds she had gone wild. When she threw herself into his arms, knocking them together to the floor in the throne room, it had been all the answer he needed.
When she slept it was always close to his heart. If it wasn't a hand pressed against his chest over the soothing rhythmic beat it was with her head there, all that dark wavy hair fanning out over his chest. Though he couldn't comprehend why it always soothed her to sleep, and she never seemed to move from that spot throughout the night.
And as usual it had circled back to heart. Cain's filled to bursting as DG wordlessly guided a hand to rest low on her stomach. He remembered feeling this way once before, when Jeb had come along, and nothing compared to the feeling. He was completely consumed by love and awe for this gorgeous creature carrying a little prince or princess of the OZ that was half his making. He could think of nothing better to do, nothing more appropriate for them, than to kiss her slowly and thoroughly as their hands laced together over the life that had been created by the surrender of two hearts that had come to beat as one.
Note From The Author—A little overly poetic, but I heart it, and I hope you do too.