“Are you done?” Damien worriedly asked,
“No…” Andy’s muffled voice said.
“Andy…"
"I'm not yet done... Just let me, please," she said, sniffling.
Damien smiled, "Please stop crying….” Damien soothed as he hugged his wife.
They were lying now in bed. Andy was resting on his arms, hugging him. Her face was planted on his chest as she sobbed out again for some reason.
“I can’t….”
Caressing her arms, Damien then kissed Andy’s crown, “Stop…enough…” he mumbled again, “My shirt is already wet…” he added, chuckling.
Breaking the hug, “Then take it off!” Andy blurted, wiping her tears with the sleeves of her shirt before sitting on the bed.
“You sure?” Damien asked. His shirt was indeed wet with tears.
Andy smiled at the damped part of Dami
