Emmeline let out a quick breath from her nose, eyes dropping down and out into the street again. Of course she knew what he wanted. She wasn't particularly sure what she wanted. The wedding would be something enjoyable to go to, but it wasn't a pressing matter, either. Davy would have much more on his mind than being upset that she couldn't make the trip, she was sure. Anneliese would continue to beg her to come visit as she hadn't met her daughter yet, and then there was the guilt of leaving Frank and Neville behind...Emmeline watched another couple walk by, looking as carefree as a person could be. She realized then that she wasn't jealous of them, she was just unsure of how to be that way, how to live like a trip to England was a good thing and not some life threatening journey.
She wanted to live like that. She'd moved her to be with Caradoc, not to fight about going home...this was home now, England was where her life had been nearly destroyed, numerous times. It was very hard to accept that, and now that she was facing the first potential fight she and Caradoc could have in this new life of theirs...
"Fine," she let out with a sigh, sitting back against the wall. Emmeline rolled her eyes to the ceiling, a smile playing on her face as she stretched out her legs to rest her feet on his lap. Their lives should have nothing to do with fights that brought back the past, opened up old wounds and made either of them stress about things they were supposed to have escaped from. Their life was new and refreshing, and even though Emmeline was sure she'd make the trip back to England at some point, the wedding was not important enough to her to ruin what they had now. Even if she herself had been ruining it by being so absorbed with everything but Caradoc.
Strange. Emmeline dropped her gaze to him, "Go on, gloat." Her smile widened and she blushed.
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