It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
After embracing his children, Noah stood. He could feel the rising tension in the room as Cordelia’s rage started to bubble. Filled with an eerie, unusual calm, Noah stepped towards his wife and rested his hand on her shoulder, just as Margot reached for her hand. He pushed love and warmth and everything he could over the bond — the cold panic having been replaced by only warm, golden light shed from his children.
While he agreed with everything that Cordelia felt, and said, he also knew this wasn’t the right time. They had children to get to know, after all. But, he also wasn’t sure he wanted to give his in-laws much of a loose rein at this point. As protective as fathers could be, he knew Cordelia was only more so as a mother. She had protected, nurtured, grown them in her own body. Noah would never know that kind of love. ”Delia,” He whispered, eyes moving to her from Amara’s brightened, wide eyes. ”Let’s just talk.” He said, gesturing down with his chin just as Marcus stepped beside, and Margot apologized.
”There’s nothing to be sorry for, my love.” Noah said, reaching down with his free hand to squeeze her shoulder.
While he agreed with everything that Cordelia felt, and said, he also knew this wasn’t the right time. They had children to get to know, after all. But, he also wasn’t sure he wanted to give his in-laws much of a loose rein at this point. As protective as fathers could be, he knew Cordelia was only more so as a mother. She had protected, nurtured, grown them in her own body. Noah would never know that kind of love. ”Delia,” He whispered, eyes moving to her from Amara’s brightened, wide eyes. ”Let’s just talk.” He said, gesturing down with his chin just as Marcus stepped beside, and Margot apologized.
”There’s nothing to be sorry for, my love.” Noah said, reaching down with his free hand to squeeze her shoulder.
