Helanie:
"It was such a tiring day, Helanie. And to think my brothers are still out there, I feel like dying," Norman muttered, his face buried deeper into my chest while I sat on his lap, my legs spread and wrapped around his waist.
He was leaning back against the pillows on the headboard, finding comfort in my embrace—as he called it.
"Hmm, I missed these all day," he mumbled into my chest while I ran my fingers through his hair.
"Do you think Jessica will hate me?" I asked, worried for her.
"Helanie, it doesn't matter. I love you—that's what should matter to you," he said with his face so pressed against me that his words came out muffled.
"You matter the most to me, Norman. But Jessica is out there while Zharns are hyperactive. I'm so worried for her. We brought her here with responsibility, and now her father will ask us what we did to his daughter," I rambled while he hugged me even tighter.
