It was the first day of her new Broadway show Phantom of the Opera she had just finished her run doing Funny Girl, and she had been slightly on edge all morning. She had to wake up ridiculously, absurdly early, and he had risen with her today, to be there and support her.
But he could feel her tension, hanging over them like a heavy quilt.
He grabbed one of her hands, slowed her down.
"Are you nervous?" he asked.
She nodded slowly.
"Come here, then."
"Finn, I don't have time - "
"Knowing you," he interrupted, "I'm sure you have a few extra minutes to spare. So, come on."
He held out his arms and she sighed, plopping down on his lap.
"Everything is going to be okay," he said, holding her to him and resting his cheek against her forehead. "You are smart, and beautiful, and more than capable. They hired you because they wanted you and your amazing singing voice. And today, you will do wonderfully. Now, breathe with me."
So she stayed there, in his arms, until he felt her deep breath match his. Then, loosened his grip on her, and she hopped up.
"Thank you," she said with a smile. "I feel better know."
She leaned down, and kissed him once on the side of the mouth. He kissed her back.
"Break a leg ," he said as they broke apart. "I love you."
"I love you too, Finn."