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Estella lay down slowly, curling up on her side as she made sure to stay on her side of the bed. She didn't close her eyes, as if looking around the dark master bedroom could distract her from the echo of the fight.
"You don't even care do you? Not about me, not about the baby, all you care about is that damn job!"
She bit her lower lip as her husband's hurt face flashed before her mind's eye. That wasn't even the first cutting remark she'd made during the fight. No, that had been the last one before Race had simply turned and walked away. Retreating to God knew where while she stood there in the living room, anger coursing through her, clouding her judgement.
Behind her she heard Race grumble something as she felt the mattress shift. He was probably going to get up and retreat to the couch, not wanting to be anywhere near her after all she'd said earlier. She was surprised when strong arms wrapped around her and Race pulled her closer until her back was resting against him.
"I'm sorry." He murmured quietly. "About earlier, I shouldn't 've..."
"No. I'm sorry." Estella cut him off. "I shouldn't have said that, any of that. I know you better than that."
"Still, I shouldn't have expected you to be completely fine with me being sent out on another mission so soon." Race said.
"And I shouldn't expect you to just brush off your job." Estella answered. "I'm just so scared that you'll get killed b-be-bef-fore..." She was tearing up again, just thinking of the possibility that their child would never know his or her father.
"That's not going to happen Estella." Race promised before kissing the top of her head. "I won't let it happen."
Estella shut out the part of her mind voicing the truth, that he could still be killed on a mission no matter what precautions were taken, as she wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that, no matter what, Race would survive every mission.