C'mon! Can't we all just get along!?

Maybe it's just wishful thinking.

"-Like I'm some queen waiting for my loyal man to come and drop some grapes in my mouth?"

She did not imagine him feeding her like she was a baby. Thank goodness. He would have never recovered from that. With that anxious thought out of the way, he grins at her.

"Y- Your wish is my command, your majesty."

He somehow bows without accidentally spilling her soup. Parrish is more mindful about finding a spot where he can be stable and feed Delanie 'like the queen that she is.'

His coworker doesn't need to know the story of his father disowning him for choosing a health profession over army service.

"Oh, they might be adorable now but just wait until they start getting hungry or restless. Then they're not so adorable, more like little terrors."

But she'd never change them for the world, wouldn't ever change the fact that she had two beautiful, healthy babies. They were everything to her and she'd fight the world to keep them safe. "Oh yeah? What are you going to make?"

Parrish shook his head chuckled at the memory.

"The first time my friend and I were in charge, we were running around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to remember where the babies' bottles were and checking if any of them needed a diaper change."

At the question of making food, he considered for a few moments before answering,

Better. More protected. Safer. Secure.

Parrish nearly tenses up at her touch, but he manages to take a deep breath and relax before he can do so. He runs his fingers through her hair, singing a lullaby his aunt had always sung when he had visited her. Delanie doesn't understand Cymraeg, but that's for the best. No words to distract her, just a soft tune to ease her tired mind into slumber.

"You can rest with Lenore- and me, if you want," he quietly offers instead.

He's kind enough to offer her the candy bar, which she does take but only so that she can snap it in half and offer him half. She didn't want to take the whole thing away from him, that just felt mean. Lexie wasn't one to be mean. It wasn't in her nature. It made her feel bad. Like with the whole April diary thing. The guilt of that ate her alive for months.

He holds up his half of the bar in the air and says,

“Here, you can have it.” He hopes his tone comes out as genuine and not pitying. He holds out the candy bar, a small smile on his face. “I’m Parrish, RN. It’s my first shift here.”

“-With your human teeth, or your wolf teeth?”

Delanie has often been one for nicknames, for pet names - especially for the people she cares about. Because she wants them to know that she does care, cares enough to give them their own little name. She meets his eyes again with a little frown, feeling more than just a little guilty.

The frown disappears almost immediately after Parrish talks, a loud laugh rumbling from the back of her throat. She's surprised that it doesn't spook Lenore but then again, she's a very good dog. She's a very good girl and Delanie is impressed with how well trained she is.

"You're aware of what you just said, right? You wanna feed me? Like I'm some queen waiting for my loyal man to come and drop some grapes in my mouth?"

Maybe it's just wishful thinking.

"-Like I'm some queen waiting for my loyal man to come and drop some grapes in my mouth?"

She did not imagine him feeding her like she was a baby. Thank goodness. He would have never recovered from that. With that anxious thought out of the way, he grins at her.

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"he's the love of my life."

"i'm gonna spend the rest of forever with him."

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