@adefectedheart Now that Andy puts down the knife, he sets Dora back in her high chair. Getting to his feet, he steps to Andromeda. Arms wrapping around her, a hand resting on her belly.
@adefectedheart "Is this your way of saying you were right?" He teases, looking up. She sounds calmer, now. But he still doesn't trust that knife in her hand.
"I should've known better."
@adefectedheart Lifting their little girl up into his arms, he gives her a good (gentle) cuddle.
"Je suis parti parce que j'étais en colère. J'étais en colère contre moi-même."
@adefectedheart She's right. But she doesn't need him telling her that.
Sighing, he sits at the table, pushing the chair closer to Dora. A small smile forming.
"Tu m'as manqué."
@adefectedheart They've been separated for longer.
Getting to his feet, he steps to the kitchen. A kiss is pressed to their daughter's head. Not yet stepping closer to Andy, before she hits him. Or worse.
"... Je suis désolé."
@adefectedheart At least he came home.
He wakes up at the movements in the kitchen, letting out a groan as he sits up. Blinking. Unaware of the time. "Andy...?"