"We should go and look," Gabriel said, raising a hand to gently brush the lingering tears out of her eyes with a soft sigh. "Maybe Claudia came and got them this morning and didn't bother to wake us up," He said, squeezing her shoulder. "Remember when she did that with Michael on our anniversary, and we spent half the morning panicking for nothing?" It was a logical enough possibility in his head, one that he could see happening. Claudia was incredibly thoughtful when it came to allowing them "private time," wink included.
Moving his hand down, Gabriel laced his finger's with hers, offering her a reassuring smile as he squeezed her hand, "Just breathe, Claire. Breathe and hope that this is another case of your sister's poor planning and lack of understanding of a motherly protective urge."