Chapter Twenty-five
It's hard for Tony to think of Alt-Leigh as Fianna, but as the two of them spend time moving things out of the small storeroom that was baby Ember's first bedroom, he understands why she pushed to use another name. She doesn't just look like his wife, she shares most of her characteristics. Many of the things in the room are Leigh's, initially moved from the master bedroom through the adjoining door. Quite a few times, when she catches sight of something as he's moving it to his office, Fianna will gasp, or reach out, or smile, and he'll know that she's recognized herself in what she's seeing.
At first he'd planned to move his office into the rec room. Now that Ember's older, it's full of fewer toys and more bookshelves, which he can shift around, but Fianna insists she doesn't want to change much about the household setup. The side room has been storage for six years, and Em doesn't go in there. It's a practical, sensible choice for Fianna to use it.
About the only non-practical decision Fianna makes is to completely reject the idea of using Leigh's clothing. This is strongly illustrative of the boundaries she won't cross, because she also shares Leigh's abhorrence of wasting money. Tony found this out on the second day. He'd handed her his credit card and an old laptop to shop online, told her to get whatever she wanted. That night, curious, he checks the bank statement to find that she'd spent barely $150. The next morning, Tony tells her that she has two choices: he can have Chuck file employment papers and pay her a salary so high she'll feel physically ill, or she can buy herself a reasonable wardrobe with his money.
She gives in, but her initial argument that she has no legal residency or even personhood in his universe reminds Tony of something important.
He dials Nick Fury's number and expects to leave a message, but ends up patched through.
"Tony Stark. What can I do for you?"
"I did something that's either completely shocking or entirely unsurprising, depending on how much faith you have in me," he says, foregoing a greeting.
"Hit me."
"I built a Quantum Tunnel and started visiting alternate universes."
Fury's sigh isn't a gasp, at least. "Took you longer than I thought it would. What went wrong that you're talking to me about it?"
"I came across a nightmare world and rescued a version of my wife from a miserable, lonely death."
"You're going to need to give that woman my number so I can extract her from a second nightmare if you're going to insist on referring to her as a version of your wife," Fury says in the tone of a very disappointed father. "Did you think every alternate reality is split off from ours because someone chose a cheeseburger instead of pizza? There are probably more miserable, deadly universes than not. All we can do is try to ensure that ours is livable."
"For what it's worth, I see that now," Tony says. He does. Of the four alternate realities he visited, only one had seemed anything like their own. Two had been drastically different, horrifyingly so.
"So what's with the confessional?"
"She's got stage four cancer, Nick. She'll need medical treatment from people who don't turn her existence into some kind of refutation of Leigh's sacrifice, or demand an accounting of where she came from and why."
"THIS is why we don't fuck with time, Stark. What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't," Tony says. "But it's done now. I can't, I won't send her back there. They sentenced people to death for not stopping Thanos."
Fury's second sigh is so loud that the sound is distorted by his phone's microphone feedback. "I should put her in protective custody and put an RO on you, you selfish bastard. Did you even think of your daughter?"
"I've always been thinking of her!" Tony protests. He can't explain exactly how much, because if he knew the extent, even Fury wouldn't simply sigh and chastise him over a phone line over it. He'd send a SWAT team and put Tony in a mental institution. "I thought seeing a Leigh alive and happy in her life would give me some closure," Tony lies. "I went to four realities total, Fury. In one there wasn't even a New York City. In another, she was married with a son, but lost both in the Snap. In this one- Look, I get it. I fucked up. All I can do now is fix it so this reality isn't as much of a hellhole for her."
"I'll see what I can do. But you'll have to do me a favor, in return."
"Yeah?"
"I'll have my guys send you some shielding for wherever you've got that Tunnel. Don't destroy it. Disconnect it, install the shielding, board it up, and make it your responsibility to guard the fucking thing. You're now part of a secret network of contingency plans we'll hope to hell we never have to use. You got it?"
"Yes, sir."
Fury laughs. "Well look at that. It only took the largest fuck-up I've ever heard of in my entire career to make Tony Fucking Stark sound contrite. That might almost be worth it." His voice hardens into glacial condemnation. "You treat that woman like your sister, you hear me? I'll be in touch."
Fury hangs up before Tony has a chance to agree. After every other aspect of his plan has gone awry, it seems like he ought to reshuffle the whole thing and come up with a new one.
Maybe he can even persuade himself to believe that.
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Tony stands in the hallway and knocks on the door to Fianna's room. Before calling Fury, he'd given her a box of Balci memorabilia that he thought she'd like to go through. He has no idea what kind of mood she'll be in for lunch. He hears her voice call out.
"Come i- wait, I'll-" He waits, and a few seconds later, she opens the door. "Figured it would be surreal to hear her voice and then see me," she says apologetically.
"You don't have to-" Tony breaks off. "She's been gone for almost five years." He sighs, and before he stops to think how fucking bleak the sentiment is, he says, sardonically, "I heard her voice in empty rooms long before you ever came here."
Fianna's hand twitches at her side like she wants to reach out, but is holding herself back. Her unusual, beautiful mixed-color eyes are sympathetic, mournful. After about thirty seconds, she nods at him as if closing out their moment of mutual understanding.
"Everyone seems really happy," Fianna says, gesturing at the couch covered with stacks of papers and photos. "I can't decide if there just aren't mutants- I really hate that term, but all of the other ones have such nasty, governmental associations to them," she shivers. "I can't decide if this universe just doesn't have any, or if they're still really well hidden."
"If they didn't help fight Thanos here, when they weren't already locked up for existing, I'd say they don't exist. But I don't know." Tony raises his eyebrows. "Hungry?"
"Yes." As she follows him down the stairs, Fianna says, "My clothes should come soon."
"I forgot to tell you where the linen closet is," Tony realizes. "If it'd make you feel more comfortable, I can go for a walk, when you take a shower."
"Are you implying I smell bad, Mr. Stark?" she asks, pulling out two slices of bread for her sandwich.
"Are you trying to say your comment about clothes wasn't an implicit apology in case you do?"
They look at each other across the island for a few seconds before laughing.
"I think that'll take longer to get used to than everything else," Fianna observes.
"What?"
"How well you know me."
The solution to that is probably for Tony to get to know her better, so he can spot the differences. But after a few days of charting careful courses around each other, Tony feels like moving in that direction would be toward the part of the map with words written in careful script: Here there be dragons.
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"Should I dye my hair?"
"Do you want to?"
"No."
"Don't, then."
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The clothes help. Fianna had clearly spent some time looking at the clothes Leigh left behind, and has chosen things that aren't like his wife's at all. She walks around the house wearing jeans and t-shirts, her hair in styles his wife never wore.
Tony offers to get her a bed to sleep on instead of the dusty couch that had already been in the small bedroom she uses, but both times he offers, she shakes her head. The second time, she elaborates.
"That doesn't depend on me, does it? It depends on your daughter."
It's a good point.
He tells Fianna all about Ember, how she likes to practice things that fall under the 'hard,' or 'provable' designation, like science, but sails through the 'soft' ones like social situations with ease, needing little to no preparation. Ember's already a compulsive list-maker at seven, but she'll blurt out her opinions on things with no thought about how they might land with classmates or teachers. He sees himself in her so much it's painful.
Their contingency plan if Ember is really upset about Fianna's existence in the house is to set up a campsite out of view of any windows.
Exposure helped. Tony realizes this while on the plane out to the farmhouse in Pennsylvania. When he'd first brought Fianna to his universe, he couldn't see how he could ever exist in the same room with her and not feel halfway to insanity, given how many shared mannerisms, how much she physically just sounds like Leigh. Six days later, he's grown some calluses over those painful wounds out of sheer self-defense.
It's obviously too soon to even bring up her existence with the family. Eventually Fianna may need to leave West Virginia entirely, if Ember (or Tony, he's not ruling out that nuclear option, if he finds that, without permission, his heart has become engaged any further than it already has been) can't handle sharing the house with her. Keeping what he's done from the Balci family isn't as hard as Tony had thought, probably because he'd been planning to do it for so long.
Only one person notices a change, besides Ember.
"Are you drugged?" Lacey asks in his ear as they stand around watching Miriam organize elaborate grandchildren photos.
"If I were, I wouldn't be your supplier anyway. You give off narc vibes," he whispers.
"I absolutely do not. In fact, now I'm even more suspicious something's up with you."
Tony turns to look at her. She's dyed a chunk of hair beside her face pink, to the delight of all three nieces. "Nothing is up," he says.
"You forgot to shave," Lacey accuses.
It's true. His shaver lives in the hallway bathroom, a remnant from when Leigh hated seeing little bits of beard hair in the sink. When he'd gone to leave, Fianna had been in the shower, and Tony hadn't left enough time to get it out of there.
"Scandalous," he offers, but he sounds defensive even to his own ears.
"Well, whatever it is, it looks good on you. You really needed to unclench."
There's no possible way to articulate to Lacey Balci how frightening the implications of her words are. Not without confessing what he's done. Even the rationalization he comes up with that night (Fianna had told him he needed to work on not appearing broken- work on not being broken, and Lacey's comment is just the first observation in that long journey, isn't it?) falls flat.
It's got to be related to selfishness again, Tony finally concludes. There's a woman living in his house again, and that just makes him feel better, calmer. That's all it is.
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"You had fun?" Tony asks his daughter as soon as the fasten seatbelt sign turns off.
"Yep. Maizie has a bunch of those little squishmellow shopkin things. They are SO CUTE! But I guess they're a collector thing so they're really rare." Her tone tells him that she doesn't want him to look into getting her some because of the cost. Tony's heard her use the same wording but with an uplift in her tone that absolutely means 'I want this, Dad, please take the hint!' before.
"So, speaking of things, I did a Thing," he says, looking out the window.
"Uh oh," Ember says, her tone teasing.
"You remember that we used a time machine to go get the stones to bring everybody back?" Tony shoots a look at her, searching for trepidation and finding none in her nod. "There's a theory out there that says when we make a big decision- maybe even when we make a little one -it splits the universe up into two pieces, one for each choice. That this happens over and over, so there are millions of them."
"Right. So out there in other universes, there's our family, but with Mom," Ember says. She looks down at the jeans she's wearing and picks at a string coming off of the side seam.
"Exactly." He takes a breath. "Maybe even a bunch of them." He doesn't actually think so. It's possible, as horrible as it sounds, that theirs might be the only one with Ember.
"Dad?"
Now Em sounds scared.
"Yeah?"
"What did you do?"
"Why do you sound scared, honey?" It's defensive of him, childish, even, but Tony's trying to do this the best way he knows how, and this question might illustrate the places where he needs to tread carefully.
"I used to have nightmares that you went and got Mom from the past, but as soon as I got to hug her everyone else turned into dust. And after we gave her back, it didn't get better." Her lip quivers.
Tony holds out his arms and Ember unbuckles and throws herself into his lap. He hugs her as tight as he can without actually hurting her, petting her head as she digs her little hands between the seat and his side, hugging him. There's no point in asking her where the fear came from. It has always seemed like everyone on the planet has an opinion on their family's role in the return of so many people. She could have overheard something and gotten scared at any number of events they've been invited to over the years. Tony forgets sometimes that Em's still very young, even though she speaks so well and has so many strong opinions.
"I'm so, so sorry you had to worry about that. That is not going to happen," Tony finally says, kissing her forehead as she looks up at him. "I know right where your Mama is at every place she exists in time, Ember. No one is ever going to touch her, and no one's going to make you have to say goodbye to your family."
Theirs is such a strange existence, Tony thinks, that this is even something he feels compelled to say. And yet, the woman currently living in Ember's old nursery is proof positive that it needs to be said.
"Okay," she whispers, laying her cheek on his chest. After a few minutes of snuggled peace, she says, "So what did you do?"
"Something crazy," he says.
"Sooooo, typical, right?"
Kids shouldn't talk to their parents in that tone, but Tony's just glad it's not the one where she's worried about half the world dying. He'll allow it. Mostly. "Hey," he says, looking down with a fake outraged look.
Ember grins up at him. "Valid though, right?"
"Who even teaches you how to talk like this?"
"Genetics."
"Again, I ask-"
"Should have sent me to a bad school, Dad. What did you do?"
"I went into an alternate reality to see what it was like. It was terrible. I met a version of your mom there, and she was in trouble, so I rescued her," Tony says, covering his eyes with a hand.
"Dad."
"I know, I screwed up."
"You can't just-"
"I know."
Ember pulls on his arm, scooting further back on his lap so she can see his face. Her expression is sober, a little scared. "Are you serious?"
Tony nods.
"You're like, so in trouble, right?"
"I don't know, Em. But sometimes you have to do the right thing. She's not as mad at me as I expected, at least."
Steve Rogers would probably never steal an alternate universe Peggy Carter, Tony thinks to himself. Then again, Steve Rogers didn't know what he was missing. Tony did.
"She's still there?" his daughter hisses, completely shocked, nearly falling off of him.
"What, you think the time travel police shows up at someone's house and confiscates the stuff you take? It doesn't work that way. If it did, they would have shown up when you were three!" he says, shrugging, more joking than really defensive, but more defensive than 100% joking.
Tony doesn't remember what it was like being seven. He knows he got yelled at way more often than Ember did, but his dad was busier, more angry.
Ember hops off of him and throws herself into her own seat. "So there's a fake mom at our house? And you can't take her back?"
"Do you want me to take her back?"
"Not if you had to rescue her! Nobody ever does that in cartoons, put the damsel in distress back!"
Tony can show her no proof that life isn't actually like cartoons. He wonders what it's like being a normal parent.
"I want to be clear, she's not a fake version of your Mom," Tony says, leaning forward in his seat to look at Em. "She's her own person, and her universe is different from ours. She's never had children. We decided that she should even go by a different name than your Mom.
"But I'll get to meet her?" Ember bites her lip, looking like she wants to be excited, but not if that would get her in trouble.
"Yes. And if it's too weird, she might go live somewhere else. But this is very, very important, Ember: we can't say anything about her to anybody right now."
"Because you totally cheated time and stole her, right?" Ember's really focused on the idea of him stealing something, but he guesses that makes sense. She's heard about the Infinity Stones almost all of her memory-creating life. The tragic and ironic thing is, the stone Tony ended up retrieving is the only one they didn't steal.
Leigh had earned that one, fair and square.
Oh, how he wished she hadn't.
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When Tony and Ember get to the house, the porch light is on and the lamps inside are giving off a cheerful glow. Tony hadn't realized how much of a difference coming home to such a scene is, or he could have approximated it with FRIDAY.
Then again, a welcome like this probably feels different when it's been thoughtfully set up by an actual person.
Tony goes in first, finding Fianna seated at the dining room table, her hands folded in front of her on top of a notebook. She's wearing a pair of Tony's sunglasses, which triggers a little flood of happiness that he ruthlessly suppresses. The feeling could simply be gratitude because Fianna's eyes are different than Ember's mother's eyes, which might be frightening to his daughter at first. It probably isn't because Fianna is wearing something of his, something she took without asking because she'd known he would be all right with it. Whatever the reason, Tony ignores his reaction besides mouthing a 'thank you' to Fianna.
Ember walks in and sees Fianna, stopping still to stare.
Fianna's hair is in a ponytail, and she's dressed in a CMU shirt with half sleeves, something Tony's definitely never seen Leigh wearing. She smiles at Ember and holds up one finger, pulling out the notebook. There's a sharpie stuck in the binding, which Fianna pulls out, turning to the blank first page and writing something down.
Hi Ember, I'm Fianna.
"Hi," Ember says.
I'm writing this way because my voice probably sounds a lot like your Mom's.
Tony leans back against the wall beside the refrigerator, jamming his hands into his pockets. It's the most perfect thing Fianna could have done. It's the kind of thoughtful thing Leigh would have done, because of course it is. He wishes he could think of a way to thank her.
"Dad said he had to rescue you. Nobody hurt you, did they?" Ember asks quietly.
No, no one hurt me. That's very nice of you to ask. Thank you.
"Good. I used to be scared of alternate re- rea…" Ember pauses to think of the right word. "Universes." She sighs. "But, yeah. I thought every time I almost hurt myself meant the other me got hurt."
"Theoretically-" Tony starts, but Fianna turns in her chair to shake her head at him, and he stops. "It's too complicated to worry about," he says, instead.
"Do you have the same family? Grandma? Aunt Lacey?"
Fianna nods sadly. Tony sees her right hand drop from her lap to hang beside the chair. She's crossing her fingers. He thinks this probably means that at least one of the people Em mentioned didn't survive the Snap, but that Fianna doesn't want to disappoint Ember.
His instinct is to walk over and lay a hand on her shoulder, to support her, but this is not the time for that. The two of them have to walk such a fine line, and not just for Ember. He and Fianna have spoken about how to make sure his daughter doesn't see her as some sort of mother substitute, and Tony knows he has to lock down any instincts he has along those lines for himself, as well. She's not his wife.
But comforting her would be the kind thing to do.
Fuck it, Tony says to himself. This is part of what she asked, for him not to be broken, isn't it? He's strong enough not to take it the wrong way, isn't he?
He walks over and squeezes Fianna's shoulder. He can feel her draw in a surprised breath, watches her head drift ever so slightly toward his hand, before she corrects it. Tony steps back, but when he slips his hand back into his pocket, it's warmer than it was before, and so is he.
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Over the next weeks, the three of them settle into a kind of normalcy.
Ember slowly works up towards feeling comfortable with hearing her mother's voice coming from Fianna's lips, and by the second week they're through using the notebook and sharpie. Ember goes back to school full time the day after they return from Pennsylvania, but Fianna deliberately limits her time in the main parts of the house in the evenings when Em's out and about. Because Tony's working with Pepper and Chuck (who is basically Pepper's PA now, but they both humor him) regarding a business deal that would be huge for Stark Industries, he hardly sees Fianna much, through the whole month of April.
What eventually changes things is Fianna's skill in the kitchen. Tony tries not to take it personally, but it seems like Miriam Balci's cooking is Miriam Balci's cooking no matter what universe she's taught her daughters in- and Ember prefers those meals above Tony's by a long margin. His old method of mixing his meagre skills with pre-made meals by the housekeeper that comes once every two weeks won't work now that Fianna is there anyway. By the end of the month of April, Ember's at Fianna's door at around four PM every day, asking nicely, wheedling, and downright begging her to take over the kitchen before Tony has the chance.
He feels obligated to help her out once she's there, because Fianna's manifestly not a housekeeper substitute, or any other substitute for that matter. She's really his guest, but every time he sits in his office or goes for a walk during that meal prep time, Tony feels like he's treating her like a servant -or worse, his prisoner.
Once he's there in the kitchen, Tony's still stuck. He can't not talk to her, and the truth is, he and Leigh Balci really were soulmates. They're attuned to each other, and it's no less powerful with his self-imposed restrictions.
He tries various things to cope, to restrict his reactions, to remind himself she's off-limits, and what finally helps him is his wedding anniversary, May 1st.
Tony spends the whole day in his office. He ignores the gentle knock on his door an hour after he usually comes down for lunch. An hour after that he leaves the room to use the bathroom and finds a saran-wrapped sandwich and an apple outside. Fianna has never done that before, even though he had gotten wrapped up and forgotten lunch before. Instinct tells him to say thank you, but he takes it and shuts the door. There are no instincts today. No emotions. Nothing but a blank slate with the name of Anthony.
He can't go by Tony on the anniversary of a day he'd been so overjoyed to see Leigh sign her name legally as his, with the same hand that magic had etched the 'Tony' onto, before she'd ever known he existed.
He doesn't come out for dinner. Their family is lucky that there's another coherent, responsible adult to ensure that Ember has food on this day. Tony doesn't come out until past Ember's bedtime, after he's chewed off anything edible from the apple Fianna had given him and he's still too hungry to sleep.
That's when he hears them.
Ember's door is open, and so is Fianna's. His daughter sounds upset, and Tony feels a horrible gnawing guilt to realize he'd buried himself in work with his noise canceling headphones on. Em might have knocked, and he hadn't heard it.
"-don't think your Dad would mind if I look, if you don't want to bug him," Fianna is saying gently.
"I just can't reach it. And I can't use the grabby, 'cause it's metal."
"That makes perfect sense. Here, let me move this a little bit and reach back, okay?"
"Okay."
He's flattened along the hallway wall, listening.
"There, try it now."
There's nothing but fabric moving noises, and then he hears the familiar voice and understands.
"Hey, Love Bug."
"Oh, it's a hologram," Fianna says. "I'll let you-"
"Stay, please? Stay?" Ember begs.
Fianna's voice is gentle. "Wouldn't you rather your Dad-"
"He never watches this on today. And I just want-"
"Shhh, shhh, it's okay. I'll stay. Go ahead."
He slides down the wall, his legs unable to support him. There's hardly anything he'd refuse to do instead of this, tonight.
Hey, Love Bug.
I have some really exciting things to tell you, and a sad thing, too. Did you know that your Mama has a Mama? I have a Daddy too. A few years ago, something happened and they had to go away. But sweetheart, there's a chance they could come back, and I wanted to tell you about them.
Your Mama's Mommy is a really good cook. Her favorite thing to do is make spaghetti sauce herself, just like Mama sometimes does. It takes a really long time, and sometimes when she did that, she'd make brownies with me, and let me lick the spoon. My Daddy is a carpenter and a farmer. A carpenter is someone who makes things out of wood. Your crib is something he made.
One of the most wonderful things about being a Mama is getting to watch your children grow up and find out what they're like. My Mommy had five children. I was the middle one! That means you have two aunts and two uncles, Ember, and pretty soon, you'll get to meet them!
I wish I had time to tell you everything I love about my family. But right now, Love Bug, I wanted to tell you how much I love you.
You're still little, sweetheart, but I can already tell what kind of a person you are. You're smart. You pay attention to what's happening around you, and you ask questions, which is good. People like it when they get to tell you about themselves, about the things they know. They love it when you listen. It shows you how much you care about them.
I can see your Daddy in you, in the way you decide what you like, in your questions about how things work, in the way you figure out what to do when something doesn't work right. I can see me in you, too. You're so loving, honey, you reach out and share that big heart of yours with everyone you can. I'm going to need you to keep doing that, Ember, because it's time for me to tell you the sad thing.
You know how sometimes when you want something, you have to give something else up? Sometimes, Ember, we have to do that even when we don't want to, and sometimes we choose to do it, even if it's hard. I have to make a choice to do something hard, Ember, and there's no way for me to do it without making you and your Daddy sad. It makes me sad too. I don't want to do it. But if I do this thing, Em, I can bring back my Mommy, my Daddy, my brothers and sisters, and the people they love, too. I can make a choice that brings back a lot of people.
You might not understand this now, but the truth is, five years ago a lot of people lost their Mamas. A lot of people lost their Daddies. They lost their children, their aunts, their uncles. Their husbands and wives. They didn't have a choice.
This thing that I can do? I can make the choice to leave you and bring them all back. I wish there was another way.
The next time you go outside at night and see the stars in the sky, I want you to know this: there are whole worlds full of people up there. And those people lost their Mamas and Daddies and children too, just like the people on our planet did. For the last five years, Ember, I would look up at those stars and I would know that they were missing their family, just like I was.
But when you look up and miss your Mama, Ember, you can feel something different. You can know that those people have their Mamas and Daddies and children back. They aren't sad, Ember, because your Mama and Daddy made the choice to help them.
And at least some of them are going to KNOW, Ember, that it was because a little girl had to give up her Mama to make it happen.
I chose to be your Mama, Ember. It is one of the best things I've ever gotten to do. And today, I am choosing to save those people's families. I really wish I could do both of those things at once. I love you so much, Ember. If I can't be with you and your amazing Daddy, I can at least heal the stars.
Close your eyes, sweetheart, and try to sleep. I love you.
Oh hush thee, my darling
The night is upon us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green
The moon o'er the combers looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between
Where billow meets billow
There soft be thy pillow
Oh weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas
He practically knows the whole thing by heart, by now. It's long since stopped making him into an inconsolable wreck, but it still hurts, every time.
Tony's on the floor outside of Ember's room, his legs up, arms crossed over his knees, hands dangling. His head is resting on his arms, and there are damp spots on the top one where his tears have fallen.
The soft sound of footsteps alerts him to the fact that Fianna is probably leaving Ember's room. She pauses beside him.
Tony doesn't know what he wants her to do, but he wants her to do something. And she does.
Gently, so soft it's barely a touch at all, she slides her fingers through his hair in a caress. Then she walks straight into her room and shuts the door.
It's just what he needed.
Note: Song at the end is Rudyard Kipling's Seal Lullaby, something I made up a melody to when *I* was eight years old.
Driving my mom 2 hours into a different state there and back to get her vaccinated today, so I don't know if tomorrow's chapter will get done on time or not! But thanks for your support.