[ As Jill speaks, Clive listens in silence, his hands roaming with gentle touches across her back, down her arms, her legs, finally settling in a loose embrace. He does not take it for granted that she is happy to be with him, given the history of their families.
Fortunately for him (and everyone else) he is nothing like his mother. He would never make her feel like an outcast on the margins of their family. He cares about what she wants more than he can rightly express, and the fact that she wants to be Jill Rosfield fills his chest with warmth like a Phoenix flame. To give her what she asks in exchange is easy, granted in a heartbeat without question, and really would have been even if she'd chosen to keep the Warrick name.
Now, if he recalls correctly, her father's name was... ]
Randolph and Silver Mae Rosfield. Both fine names indeed. They will be fortunate to have you for a mother--to know without a moment's doubt that they are cherished.
[ He doesn't know if it's even possible for them to have children in this world of dreams, and in truth, the prospect of parenthood is one he faces with a bit of trepidation. Clive still admires his father, but when he actually stops to think about what he would do differently, he can admit to himself that the man should have done more--done something, anything--to stand between his wife and his children. Clive might still never have known what a mother's love feels like, but to have been spared her obvious loathing...
No. There's no point in dwelling on it. They'll do better, he and Jill. ]
What other names shall we pick for our future children, hm? Perhaps... Hanna, for a second daughter?
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Date: 2024-04-28 03:01 pm (UTC)Fortunately for him (and everyone else) he is nothing like his mother. He would never make her feel like an outcast on the margins of their family. He cares about what she wants more than he can rightly express, and the fact that she wants to be Jill Rosfield fills his chest with warmth like a Phoenix flame. To give her what she asks in exchange is easy, granted in a heartbeat without question, and really would have been even if she'd chosen to keep the Warrick name.
Now, if he recalls correctly, her father's name was... ]
Randolph and Silver Mae Rosfield. Both fine names indeed. They will be fortunate to have you for a mother--to know without a moment's doubt that they are cherished.
[ He doesn't know if it's even possible for them to have children in this world of dreams, and in truth, the prospect of parenthood is one he faces with a bit of trepidation. Clive still admires his father, but when he actually stops to think about what he would do differently, he can admit to himself that the man should have done more--done something, anything--to stand between his wife and his children. Clive might still never have known what a mother's love feels like, but to have been spared her obvious loathing...
No. There's no point in dwelling on it. They'll do better, he and Jill. ]
What other names shall we pick for our future children, hm? Perhaps... Hanna, for a second daughter?