i loved you my whole life. || @firstxman
Scott and Jean had always been good at communicating (or at least they started to be good at communication that night after the shuttle accident, when they finally put credence to their feelings and admitted something even if it made them vulnerable to do so). They lived in each other’s minds, they spent almost every day together, and they had spent their lives together before that. Of course, that didn’t preclude her husband from occasionally trying to protect her feelings.
He didn’t do it with dishonesty (he never would; one of many reasons why Jean adored him). He did it by stating the truth as simply as he could. Jean sighed, about to argue that wasn’t the point, but then she looked at him on the other end of the sofa and couldn’t help but break into a smile at the warmth in her chest at his words. “I know that,” she said, leaning in to kiss him briefly, “and you know I love you, but loving someone …” She sighed again, leaning her head back against the sofa. “Loving someone doesn’t make them a good mother,” she continued. They both knew that firsthand, more than they should. “You make it look so easy. Being a parent, I mean.”