Jeffrey leaned in, brushing a finger over her now-dry curls. "They'll be beautiful, whatever they look like. You know that, right?"
Joanne looked up at him, into those eyes that were too full of love, too real.
And for the first time in days, she didn't feel broken. Or overwhelmed. She just felt… held. This was all she wanted. This was all she needed for the rest of her life. Just him and her. Together.
"Yeah," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "I think I do."
Jeffrey was not finished, not yet. He had to brush her hair, too.
"Ginger daughters are fine?" Jeffrey asked, quirking an eyebrow as he gently clipped her hair up.
Joanne smirked. "Of course. Little redheaded girls are adorable."
Jeffrey gave a slow, theatrical blink. "But the boys get excluded from paradise?"
She shrugged, clearly enjoying his dramatic reaction. "Ginger boys either grow into villains in movies or end up as comic relief. It's practically a cinematic law."
