[This post is from Cameron’s point of view.]
Cam’s brow climbed higher and he sat down on the ground next to her as she knelt next to the shallow tub of soapy water for the twins’ baths. “Oh really? That sounds like an invitation.”
Neve laughed again, shaking her head. “You know full well that I’ve never exactly been one to run away from trouble.”
“Well, only the kind that would get both of us killed,” he said, shifting Artorius to one arm. His son yawned and blinked slowly, watching his mother ease his twin into the water. Anne gave a little start but didn’t cry, settling a few seconds later as Neve began to gently pour water over her with a cupped hand.
“You weren’t ready to fight half of what we faced,” she said quietly, her mirth fading for a moment. “I knew I couldn’t protect you, not alone, and I didn’t know exactly what your capabilities would be. I am very pleased to say that you surprised me more often than you didn’t, but I don’t regret running in any of the instances where we bailed the hell out before things got worse than they were.”
“Honestly, neither do I.” He reached over and squeezed her knee. Neve smiled over her shoulder at him.
“Love you, Cam.”
“Right back at you, princess.”
She stared at him for a few seconds more and then laughed again. “You…you are impossible.”
“I know. And you did, too.”
“I did,” she agreed. “I really, really did. I think it’s why I fell in love with you.”
Neve thought about it for a moment, going back to bathing their daughter, then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”
“Then I am eternally grateful for the impossibility of my person.” Cam leaned back against one hand, watching her. There was an odd sense of peace that settled over him as they sat there together, one tiny subunit of a much larger family. As he watched her, he knew that she felt it, too—there was none of the usual tension in her shoulders, her teasing coming easy and unforced.
It made him smile.