 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Esme’s recent teary outbursts reminded Olly of women who got insecure; it was the ‘Insecure women argot’ as he thought of it when he was younger. They all talked the same nonsense when they feel threatened. He held Esme, careful not to accidentally hurt her in the belly. “Don’t be silly,’’ he began but then immediately regretted the use of the last word. “I mean, you’re over thinking this. Of course I don’t think that. Even if you were, I’d still think you’re the most beautiful girl around.’’
This was very true.
Olly tried to lighten the mood. “I’ve got a present for you. But I’ll give you later. Think of it as a house warming gift.’’ He was always like that with Esme; being largesse with her was always easy for him. |