Fuck, but he loved that look and he didn’t love it any less no matter how often he saw it, which was often considering he worked hard to earn it.
“Superheroes don’t get scared,” she told him and for the first time in hours, he felt his mouth smile. She smiled back. Then she asked, “Where are my boys?”
“Sleepin’ in the waiting room.”
“Can they come in?”
“Don’t care, you want ‘em, I’ll go get ‘em.”
“I want them,” she whispered.
“You got it, babe,” Hawk whispered back, bent closer and touched his mouth to hers.
When he pulled away her hand got tighter so he stopped and caught her eyes.
“We have a little girl,” she said softly.
“Yeah,” he replied just as soft.
“Can I see her?”
“I’ll bring her too.”
Gwen nodded and studied his face for awhile.
Then she asked quietly, “What am I going to do?”
“What?”
“I don’t have anything else to daydream about. Now what am I going to do?”
Hawk felt his gut get tight, his chest swell and something stung his throat.
“I’ll find a way to keep you occupied, baby,” he whispered.
“’Kay,” she whispered back.
His hand again tightened in hers and his other hand lifted so he could run his knuckles down her pale cheek and when he did, her eyes closed.
“Love you, Sweet Pea,” he murmured and her eyes opened.
She smiled then she replied, “Love you too, baby.” He started to pull away again but she called his name so he stopped.
“Yeah?”
“Before you go, give me the dimples,” she demanded.
That thing in his throat prickled and Hawk dipped his head and kissed the indentation at the base of his wife’s throat. Then he lifted his head and smiled at her.
Her hand came to his face and he felt the pad of her thumb in one of his dimples.
Then her eyes moved from her thumb to his and she smiled back.