Daphne finally moved a bit, scratching her forehead with her hand. This was too awkward for her and even if she hadn't slept for a while, she knew this night would be no different. Not being able to lay with her husband for two weeks was going to really take its toll on her, Daphne could already tell. But going to bed in the mood they were in would just make for a shitty start of the next two weeks. She sighed and moved closer to him, positioning herself to lay her head in his lap if he permitted it.
Eventually they'd go inside and talk where it was warmer and the hight of the couch was much less dangerous than the roof. Still, the fresh air cleared her head and it was something she desperately needed.
The conversation from the night before even rang in her head, still. A fucking baby. She was an idiot for even thinking of a child in their situation. Regardless of how much they loved each other, any child produced by them would be about as looked down upon as a bastard child. But they could always adopt and say it was theres.
Daphne yawned, though she still wasn't tired like she should have been. Her mind was still buzzing and it was much too busy to be tired. Actually, it was giving her a really bad headache and she had no idea how to get rid of it. It'd be fine. Everything would be fine.