Zamiel drew her closer, holding her one hand and placing the other on the small of her back. Music started playing and he began to sway them to the rhythm.
Tears began to stream down her face. She couldn't prevent it. She opened her mouth and felt the words cut through her throat. "Our child…" was all she managed to say before bursting into tears.
But there was something about Euphorion that was so sincere. She could tell he spoke his mind. There was no filter between his mouth and brain. Whatever came to mind left his mouth. It was both funny and comforting.