For the next few days, Delaney kept an eye on her husband. It worried her how angry and upset he had been when they had talked. They locked themselves away in their room like they had talked about and she made sure he slept often. She actually found herself surprised by just how much he slept. It seemed like all of his exhaustion had finally caught up to him.
When they were awake though things were wonderful. They were happy just to be together like they had been when they first fell in love.
Vincent would hold Delaney in his arms against his chest and she would read out loud from one of their books while he listened. Sometimes he would read while she lazily traced the scars on his chest.
