As Emily slept soundly by Theodore’s side, he couldn’t help but ponder a few things.
It was almost disturbing how protective and loving he was of a woman he didn’t recognize as his own. His instincts told him Emily was his, but he had no recollection of their time together. He didn’t know the good and the bad, and he made her cry more often than not, with his teasing.
Sometimes, he wondered if it was her pregnant woman hormones acting up or if he was genuinely hurting her. He couldn’t figure out how his not calling her dorogoya could make her cry so hard. And even as her crying pulled at his heart strings, he couldn’t bring himself to call her anything but lover - the same endearment she called him - or Ems.
She made him feel things he had never thought possible. He had always believ
