He pulls her to his chest and it’s just like they haven’t changed at all. Like nothing is different and it never will be; like she’s been playing a stupid role for the past two years, pretending to be a loving wife and a normal mother and someone who has it all together out on the West Coast (where everyone is always pretending). Like no matter what, a part of her will always belong to this stupid, stupid man, who holds her tighter as she takes deep breaths and tries to calm down. And vice versa, she’ll always own a part of him that no one else gets to see, the part that trusts too quickly and falls too hard and loves a woman who overwhelms him entirely. The part that loves to be overwhelmed.
And it’s so stupid and selfish to have all that they both do and still want more, but in that moment, it’s all they know.