Malachi ran his hand down her back as she cried. He wished he could make her stop. To him tears were always a bad sign. "Don't be sorry," he whispered back, his arms tightening around her. He didn't care anymore. She wanted him back. She wanted to marry him. That's all the mattered to him right now. That and in the morning he could be there rather than having Truth ask for him as he apparently did.
He looked at her when she pulled away, a small smile on my face and nodded, wanting to say that say that he did know. He knew what marriage meant, what he wanted meant. When she mentioned Tru aloud he wanted to go into the boy's bedroom and just look in on him, but he stayed where he was, looking at her as she seemed to have more to say. He removed his arm from around her and placed his hand on hers, trying to stop it from shaking. His eyes widened as she said the three words, surprising him completely. He hadn't expected that at all and he didn't even think of what could have happened if he hadn't come back. Pulling his hands away, he threw his arms around her and pulled her closed, a smile on his face. "You're pregnant, mon bela ange? Are you sure? Please tell me you're sure. I don't want to get my hopes up and then have it... not be."