William J. Moriarty my beloved

Eighth

In which, a loving husband comforts his wife

Hello people! It's been a while since I last updated, but, um school.
Anyway, this one is somewhat small, but wholesome, and more importantly it calmed me down during a mini breakdown.
I hope you'll enjoy it!

⚠️Mentions of "bad thoughts", slight angst to fluff, very very fluffy⚠️

The small tea cup clinged happily against its porcelain plate, as William took another sip of his chamomile tea, whilst answering the knock on the door.
"Come in" he spoke loudly enough, for his wife to hear and enter the room rather shyly.
The mathematician's eyes softened upon seeing you, and a warm smile graced his features.
"My lovely, whet a pleasant surprise, oh, but, what's the matter sweetheart?"
He quickly noticed the dried tears stilling on top of your lashes, which flattered elegantly whilst your gaze moved from his empathetic scarlet eyes, to the floor, and back.
You mumbled something inaudible, and played nervously with the edges of your nightgown.
William sighed, and got up, wasting no time to wrap his strong arms around your petite body.
You gave up on any attempts to speak, and instead hugged his mascular neck as if he'd disappear the next fraction of a second.
"Shhh... It's alright my angel... I'm holding you now..." He whispered sweet nothings on your ear, swaying your bodies gently as he did so, his palm drawing circles on your small back.
"What happened, my love? Tell me" once you had calmed down a little, he questioned you with the same melodious voice, laying kisses all over your blushful face.
"I... Just had some bad thoughts... And then I started crying... And then I came to you..." You confessed, as he sat you on his favourite armchair, and kneeled in front of you, taking both your hands in his.
"I see... What thoughts exactly? Care to tell me?"
He kissed gently your knuckles, awaiting for your answer.
"I... Perhaps later..." You gulped, drying your eyes in the sleeve of your nightgown.
"As you wish" he smiled, "Untill then, how about we take a quiet stroll in the gardens? Does that sound appealing to you?" His thumb caressed the inside of your wrist, his affection for you managed to put a weak, but vibrant smile on your face.
"I'd like that" you spoke with somewhat more confidence,
"That's my girl", William gave you his hand, assisting you on sitting up, and leading you out of the room "Let's go get your coat hm? We wouldn't want you catching a cold, am I right?"