He looked as terrible as she felt and, unable to stop them, tears gathered in her eyes. She wanted to apologize for everything. For the fight. For the baby. For making him worry. But the lump in her throat would have made that impossible, even if she wasn't so tired, head fuzzy with drugs.
Instead, her hand moved feebly, stretching for his. She needed to feel his touch. She needed to draw strength from him and hear that familiar voice tell her that everything would be okay.