"The first time I pushed, I helped him squeeze harder." Felicity held Luna's chipped marble in one hand and put her thumb against the side of it to show her husbands. Luna had warmed it in her little hand, and the familiar feel of the nick steadied Felicity enough to go on. It felt oddly good to have to explain the worst decision she'd ever made to three people who already knew she'd lived through it. "That's why I went so still when Byron got me up off the ground. For a second there I thought I was going to get him through the job before any of you could stop him."
Victor sat down on the edge of the tarp. The cut at his hairline from getting put through the bus had scabbed over. When she put her shoulder against him he gave her his good side, as naturally as if they'd already spent a lifetime working out where they fit.
"You got his hand loose," he said. "I was cutting into his shoulder, and it was your weight I felt coming into my arm. What did you do the second time?"
