When we got home, he asked how I was feeling and I said I was fine. "I was worried." he said.
"Sorry." I said, "I needed to get something for your birthday."
"Emma, under the circumstances, I'm amazed you remembered my birthday."
"This year, when I love you more than ever, I couldn't stand the thought of not giving you anything." I said, "So tell me how angry you are and make me promise never to do it again and we can both pretend we believe I mean it."
He smiled and said, "Who do you think I am, Sheridan?"
"You're not angry?"
"I was scared, but there's no reason for me to be angry. There are good reasons why I didn't marry a woman who does as she's told and waits for me to approve her every idea. I'd have done the same, so I can't say you shouldn't, even if I thought I had a right to judge either way."
"Richard was horrified."
"He's easily horrified. He'd have ended up a nervous wreck if he'd married someone like you." said Rory.
"I'm sorry you were worried." I said.
"It's probably a good thing. Stops me forgetting what you're worth. I can't help worrying about you, a kind of insane anxiety comes free with the love and adoration. When you do daft things, part of me will always wish you hadn't. Of course, the parts of me attached to my brain are very glad that you are strong enough to go to Foxton so soon after having twins."
"I missed the twins." I said, "It was hard to leave them."
"And you did it for me?"
"There's not much I wouldn't do for you." I said.
He grinned and said, "That would mean nothing, if it came from some clingy, submissive woman."
"I'm clinging to you forever." I said.
"I know," he said, "But not because you can't stand up alone."