“That being said, I’m proud of what you do,” she soothed. “Of who you are, and I’d not change that. I will send you out that door every day. But you must come home to me. I must hold you and love you and make love to you. You must eat properly, and rest appropriately, and find a bloody hobby, do you understand? Something that wastes time, but you enjoy for no reason.”
His smile tilted over to a perplexed grimace. “A hobby?”
She just shook her head. “We’ll have that row later.”
He seemed to accept this with a Gallic sort of sobriety as he turned toward the streets. “I can send Farah and the ladies to come get you. You don’t have to face all this.”
The offer was tempting, but she shook her head, looping her arm through his. “We’ll face it all together.”
Just like they would everything from now on.
As a family.