"I'm sorry about all my mood swings."
Maggie rests on the edge of their cot. Tears brimming in her green eyes, threatening to spill over. Enid laughs in the corner, cutting up some apples for her, but quickly stops when Glenn sends her a look.
Maggie moves to adjust the brim of her cap, trying to cover the emotional display, her moods having been all over the place these days.
Glenn had been more than understanding when it came to her, his patience rivaling that of a saint these days. The bigger her waist, the more unpredictable her moods. She'd done her best not to snap at him, but sometimes it slipped.
He'd made a simple joke, not unlike anytime before. But she'd snapped at him, the shock written all over his face, as his cheeks colored at the insult thrown directly at him.
The trailer had grown silent, Enid having stopped cutting for a second to see where the situation was going, the tension filling up the tiny space like a balloon ready to burst.
Maggie had carefully sunk to her place on the cot, her hand gripping the edge tightly until her knuckles turned a sickly white. It felt like blood in her mouth because she'd been biting her tongue so hard these days.
She feels a kick at her abdomen, even her baby chastising her for the harsh licking she'd given Glenn.
And as with the tide, the anger faded to sadness, guilt, and the once snapping Maggie turned to regretful tears.
"I'm sorry," she sniffles out.
She can tell he's fighting back at a smile at how drastically she was floating between the moods, a fine line being walked by him and everyone around them. The words "breathe a little louder, I dare ya," having flown out of her mouth just yesterday.
Glenn had laughed as she lashed out on her latest victim, before profusely apologizing once the words were out of her mouth.
He carefully ventures towards her, and she feels something like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any minute. While she never found herself wishing for this pregnancy to end quickly, the idea of keeping their baby safe a fear that she was constantly struggling with, she did wish for the release of this mean streak she couldn't seem to shake.
He approaches her, hands up like he's going to spook an animal, and it takes everything in her not to roll her eyes at the sweet man coming to comfort her.
Kneeling in front of her, his long hair falls into his eyes, and she finds her hand releasing itself from the edge, the color slowly making it ways back to her fingers, as they swipe the hair back from his eyes.
She hears the cutting resume of the fruit from Enid, the girl carrying a smile with her work.
"I don't mean it, you know that, right?" She asks, tears trailing down her face, lips pursed, and Glenn just smiles back at her.
"I know," he assures her, taking the hand on his face, and lacing their fingers and bringing them to rest on her lap.
"You're too forgiving," she sighs, her stomach gently pushing out with the deep breath and touching their hands.
He moves to stand, hovering above her, before placing a small kiss at her temple.
"So are you," he whispers, no doubt referring to the endless amount of chances she'd afforded so many in the last handful of months.
She stares up at him, their hand still connected, dangling between them. And she gives a slight squeeze, communicating the adoration she had for him in one motion.
"Love ya," she quietly speaks.
"Apples are ready," Enid announces placing the plate on the table.
Glenn moves closer, grabbing her other hand, helping her to stand.
"And I really love you," she says to Enid, as she reaches for a slice of apple, dipping it in peanut butter, and savoring the combination with a loud moan.
The two laugh at her. The mood having switched back to easy, content. But the storm always brewing for a change of winds.