Victoria
Rich was having trouble
not smiling like an idiot at every moment he was with Victoria. He was giddy and nervous and earnest and all sorts of emotions that made him high-strung because he was going to be a father. As he held her close while they swayed on the dance floor, he couldn't help but mutter how "beautiful," "glowing," and "fantastic" she looked and those mutters were intermingled with his worrying if she needed something to drink or to eat, or if she needed to sit down for a bit. He was prattling git, honestly. At least, that's how he felt.
"You're sure you don't need anything?" he quietly asked as they danced. If there was attention on them, he hadn't noticed, but he wouldn't be surprised. She was bloody gorgeous, after all. He just hoped he wasn't smothering her. He had an awful habit of doing that, which was why he looked to be fretting with his brows, though he smiled.
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