Chapter Four: Conclusion
"I feal a little bit like George Bailey at the end of "It's a Wonderful Life," Evan said, laying in his bed with Violet's head on his bare chest, her hair cascading all around them. She lifted her head and shifted to the pillow next to him, propping her head in her hand to face him.
"You know who the unsung hero is at the end of that movie, right?" Violet smirked, placing a hand where her head had just sat. Evan looked quizzical and squinted his eyes at her.
"Mary Bailey, his wife. Her husband comes home all upset but doesn't tell her why. He goes around the house in a horrible mood, complaining about their life, yelling at the kids and kicking things. Then he storms off without so much as talking to her," Violet continues, hand gesturing wildly. Evan just smiles, he likes seeing her all fired up. "What does she do? First, she consoles her children, then she gets right on the phone to figure out what's going on. Then! Then she leaves her children and goes out in the snow storm to the entire damn town and gets everyone to help her family. No pride or ego, just pure determination to help the man she loves. When George shows back up at the house, everyone is coming over with their money to set things right. That house full of people toasting George at the end – there because of her."
Evan couldn't contain his pure adoration at her soapbox moment. He paused his bemused smile to say in all seriousness, "So what you're saying is, George Bailey picked a good wife." Violet's heart raced in her chest. She didn't realize when she started this little speech that she'd be comparing herself to that of a wife. She played it cool, though.
"I'd say, they make a pretty good team," she concluded.
Evan turned to her, brushed a curl from her face, held her cheek and said, "Good to know."
She couldn't contain the swell of love she felt in that moment. Things had been moving so fast with Evan, and yet, it all felt right and good. She kissed him, smiling.
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