Evening.
Theodore Mansion, Critic Arley.
Lydia abruptly stood up trying to look less sleepy as she caught the sight of her husband stepping out of his carriage, she tried to stay calm but her heart had plans she couldn't demand it forsake. Her heart was thundering rapidly anticipating the closeness of Theodore and how his warmth or cold from the weather would engulf her, he started to frown at the sight of her.
"It gives me a very pleasant feeling to find you sitting out here waiting for me" his admission before dousing her erratic heart with rationality
"But the agony I go through inside me is bigger as you stay outside in this cold weather, Gooseberry" he got to her and drew her into his slightly warm arms, the cold merciless.
"Theodore" she whispered her eyes fluttering, struggling not to stay closed
"And you even fell asleep" he continued, ignoring the way his heart shifted at her whisper.
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