Over these two weeks, the wolf had gotten crazy about her safety. Pretty much she had to walk slowly, eat and drink only what he picked for her, go to sleep at certain times, and basically do nothing but chill and read. He even did all the chores. Their clothes were clean and folded every day. The dishes done, food cooked to his approval. And heaven forbid they do take-out. Man, she missed her favourite food. That was the first meal she was going to request when the Doctor cleared her for real food after having Edward.
She felt his fingers under her chin, lifting her face. "Look, I know you're not glass, but the wolf is getting harder to fight because I partially agree with him. I know you're going nuts, and I'm sorry."
That apology wasn't for snapping. It was that "I'm sorry" that said
