"I'm so sorry."
She nods, busying herself with the dishes, their earlier argument have called attention to them from the entire group.
"Sure," he hears over the water, her ponytail swaying as she scrubs the empty plate, remnants of food long since headed down the drain. Her frustration seen in the tense of her shoulders, her belt buckle scraping against the counter with her movements.
"Maggie, I'm sorry," he approaches her, stilling her soapy hands with his own, but she refuses to look at him. "I didn't…I didn't mean to…"
"But ya did," she counters, looking him in the eye, fiery emeralds lashing out at him. "We agreed. You broke your promise."
He hangs his head in shame, never wanting to disappoint her, but she's right, he'd gone outside the gate on a wild goose chase, breaking the promise they'd made to never be apart again after their close call…calls.
"Nothing happened," he assures her. "I'm right here," he brings her hand to rest upon his chest, the thumping of steady heart offered as proof of his safety.
"We won't always be this lucky," she argues, knowing first hand how quickly and easily the ones you love can slip right through your fingers.
"I'll be more careful," he offers, and is met with a heavy sigh from her. "We're okay. All of us," his eyes glancing down at her stomach.
"For now," she whispers, her fingers gripping at his shirt, not wanting to let him go.
