She was beautiful to him. Always. She was beautiful when she was all sparkling and radiant, ready for a date. And she was beautiful now, at home, curled up against him, perfectly natural and naturally perfect. "Always keep me guessing," he agreed, with an affectionate smile and kiss to her cheek.
He laughed with her, his hands running up and down her back as if to reassure her. "And yet here you are to tell the tale! He'll be fine," he insisted. "He'll make you sick with worry, but- he'll be so fine," he assured her. "I would say don't worry, but it's an impossibility."