"Lucy, you're going to get hurt!" Percy calls, starting forward, but Audrey grabs his arm, stopping him.
"You're doing it again," she says softly.
"Doing what?"
She gestures with her hands, a jumbled wave that makes no sense. "It. The whole overly protective thing."
"But she's running too fast."
Audrey sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, though the smallest of smiles pulls at her lips. With a kiss to his cheek, she pulls her husband closer. "She's six. Six year olds run," she reminds him. "Remember Molly?"
"Remember when Molly broke her ankle?" he counters.
"And we fixed her up, and the first thing she did was run through the house, yelling, 'I'm invincible.'"
Percy laughs, shaking his head and resting against her shoulder. "I really do worry too much," he sighs.
"Yeah," she agrees, resting her forehead against his hair. "But that's why I love you. You worry enough for both of us."