Bailey followed at a relaxed pace, in a light limp. Being a veteran of war, his body would still ache and groan from all the beatings received in that short span of time. As for his hard of hearing, it was easy to get used to the influx of volume.
Once properly dressed for the bitter cold, George held his lover's coat out, offering it to him.
Bailey shuffled and slid his arms into the sleeves, breathing a soft grunt. He fixed the sleeve cuffs on his wrists.
George held the door open, shivering as the crisp air blew into the house.
Bailey's brows hooded over, keeping the snowflakes from billowing into his eyes. His boots crunched in the dry snow on his way to the barn.
"No, no, not at all. I'm just… juggling the lot of this." He murmured.
"I understand," she agreed quietly. "How is your wife?"
Bailey's brows hooded over, keeping the snowflakes from billowing into his eyes. His boots crunched in the dry snow on his way to the barn.
George trailed after, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he took in the scenery around him.
"No, no, not at all. I'm just… juggling the lot of this." He murmured.
"I understand," she agreed quietly. "How is your wife?"
"Great," John replied, "We just had our baby, a son,"
Bailey's brows hooded over, keeping the snowflakes from billowing into his eyes. His boots crunched in the dry snow on his way to the barn.
George trailed after, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he took in the scenery around him.
Bailey disappeared into the warm and dark of the barn, saddling himself on the horse and waiting for George to do the same.
"No, no, not at all. I'm just… juggling the lot of this." He murmured.
"I understand," she agreed quietly. "How is your wife?"
"Great," John replied, "We just had our baby, a son,"
Mirelle couldn't deny the pang of jealousy for Jane. "How wonderful for you."
"His name is Ellis," John spoke, making hs way into the home.
"A sweet name," she assured him quietly.
He sat down on the sofa, hands folded over his lap. "Are you living alone..?"
"I am," she replied, motioning to the house around her.
He rubbed his hands together. "I should see to it to visit more often then."
"It's alright. My father makes sure I'm well taken care of," Mirelle assured him.
"…Does he know of me..?"
Here, she blushed shyly and looked at the ground. "No…"
He followed her gaze, "He'll find out eventually…"
"I'm sorry for doing this to you," she whispered.
"No, Mirelle, look at me…" He urged, "We made a mistake, and we're coping with it, we're… Doing the best we can,"
She looked at him with wide eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why are you so worried about me?"
His nose wrinkled, "Because whether I like it or not, we are one now. I have a child growing inside of you and I need to care for both of you like a real man would,"
"No," she said, fending off tears. "You need to care for your real wife and child."
John stood up from the couch and approached her. He took her arms in a light grasp, "Mirelle.."
(Okay, Notebook is weird… can you send what you said again, please?)