Vincent had insisted on getting up and out of bed despite the pain it put him through. Harris helped him dress into a pair of breeches and a loose shirt but they didn't bother with much else.
He moved to sit on the couch in their bedroom and Delaney sat next to him, her feet tucked up under her skirt. She was careful not to touch him too much because she knew it would hurt him but he insisted on holding her hand. She pulled his hand into her lap and held it there, feeling secretly thrilled to be so close to him and touching him again.
After the last months of sadness and loneliness, it felt wonderful to be with Vincent and be happy again.
