"As honest and true as they come, without being creepy. Though sometimes..." Eliot shot her a sideways grin. "Finding someone to trust implicitly, then getting lucky enough to get a wife out of it, too, wasn't something I expected, or was even looking for when I got here. I had Parker, then I had Hardison for a brief time. Why bother with her?" Eliot tilted his head at April, then did a quick side-step in case she decided he deserved another pinch. His side still had a bruise.
"But I bothered, and she bothered back, and then she mattered, and I reckon the rest is spelled out right here." He pointed to the band on his finger. "And there." He pointed towards her belly. Then, he smiled, slow and wide, until his eyes crinkled. "I reckon there's hope for me yet, huh?"