Delaney watched her husband and though he was tense, he also seemed to grow sort of tired. He laid still in their bed clenching and unclenching his fists but as the storm raged outside, shaking the windows, he didn't lose track of where he was.
Delaney laid with her head propped up on her hand looking down at him and gently running her hands through his long black hair. He moved slowly and caught her hand in his. He brought it to his lips and closed his eyes as he pressed kisses to her fingers. After he was finished he let go of her hand and reached up, taking her face in hand now.
His gemlike green eyes stared deeply into hers and she felt as if he was trying to find something there.
"Are you alright?" she whispered.
He nodded, "I am I just... I just need to look at you. I need to know you're real."
"I'm real my love. And I'm here in our bed with you. In our home."
