[Emmet's about to cry, himself. He keeps a hold of the babies, who are falling asleep, but he leans over and butts his head against Silver's. He'd hug Silver, but those precious bundles won't be put down.]
It's okay to cry. You don't have to hide it. Come on, let's sit down, and I'll lend you my shoulder.
[O...okay. Okay. He'll sit down. He'll sit down and cry, but... Let him hold one of his kids. Barett. He'd ask to hold both, but he knows that Blue is fussier and doesn't want to risk waking her up when she's settling down.]
...When I tried to pick out a couch, a kind old woman insisted on getting me on the nicest one on the store. She overheard me talking about how I wanted it for Hilda so she could be comfortable.
[...] She pushed herself. She pushed herself so hard for these kids, and she did her best to never complain. We'd say all the time that everything would be okay because we're together. We had each other.
[The breaks and pauses in his voice as he tries to talk through his tears is getting worse and worse, and he doesn't want to make the babies fuss, so he pauses for a moment to look at them. Both of them.]
I love them. Both of them. What am I supposed to say about their mom when they get older? Will they really be okay with just a dad? Will they be happy? [What if I'm not good enough? The fear he had nine months ago returns to him, and it's worse than before. He can't reassure himself that he and Hilda will be able to do it together this time.]
[There we go. Emmet cradles Blue in one arm, and hugs Silver fondly with the other, letting him pour his heart out.]
If you love them, they will be happy. And when they ask about Hilda, the words will find their way out of your heart, a direct line from your soul to theirs. They need you, for that. All that they'll ever know about your mother is your love for her. That will be hard, and it won't be the best... but it will be enough.
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[Emmet's about to cry, himself. He keeps a hold of the babies, who are falling asleep, but he leans over and butts his head against Silver's. He'd hug Silver, but those precious bundles won't be put down.]
It's okay to cry. You don't have to hide it. Come on, let's sit down, and I'll lend you my shoulder.
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...When I tried to pick out a couch, a kind old woman insisted on getting me on the nicest one on the store. She overheard me talking about how I wanted it for Hilda so she could be comfortable.
[...] She pushed herself. She pushed herself so hard for these kids, and she did her best to never complain. We'd say all the time that everything would be okay because we're together. We had each other.
[The breaks and pauses in his voice as he tries to talk through his tears is getting worse and worse, and he doesn't want to make the babies fuss, so he pauses for a moment to look at them. Both of them.]
I love them. Both of them. What am I supposed to say about their mom when they get older? Will they really be okay with just a dad? Will they be happy? [What if I'm not good enough? The fear he had nine months ago returns to him, and it's worse than before. He can't reassure himself that he and Hilda will be able to do it together this time.]
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If you love them, they will be happy. And when they ask about Hilda, the words will find their way out of your heart, a direct line from your soul to theirs. They need you, for that. All that they'll ever know about your mother is your love for her. That will be hard, and it won't be the best... but it will be enough.
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They won't just have me, either. They'll have you and Ingo, and Elesa and Hilbert, and my little sister and brothers, so...
I want them to have the childhood I wanted when I was little. They... They can still have it. It will just be a little different, that's all.
...I'll take care of them. I'll keep them safe and happy.
[...And with that, he goes quiet. In just a minute, he'll find himself asleep on Emmet's shoulder.]