Mrs Lorina Tylar

Holding onto her husband, Lorina released a soft sigh into the fabric of his sweater. When he was home and left the work clothes at the door (normally she would complain; she liked those shirts and the braces, she always had) she loved that he wore the fluffier of clothing.

The brunette shook her head as she buried her head into her husband’s sweater. She did prefer when he was home – it took a lot of stress off of her shoulders; but this. Lorina hadn’t expected to feel this way. “I’m only being foolish;” The Victorian started as she moved her arms around him and tightly clutched the woollen fabric in her fingers.

The brunette scrunched up her face in an attempt to stop from crying, simply making it worse as she allowed her husband to pull her close. “--- You don’t have to…” Lorina murmured as she tilted her head and looked up at Zachary.

“I’m most likely being over emotional,” The fact that they had just had a child --- and with the stress of everything. Lorina just didn’t expect this feeling of replacement or rejection.