Longlasting Doubt

I kiss May's forehead, and hum softly as she drifts off to sleep, this time still cuddled up to me, rather than in her wagon bed.

She likes my cuddles, I guess.

I suppose...

I'm flattered by that. It's hard not to smile about it, at least.

She has an innocence that reminds me of a small rabbit, so very fragile and helpless.

I can't help feeling the desire to protect her.

No, not just that.

To pamper her.

It's a terrible idea to spoil her, I know, but she's gone through so much, and yet remained so pure and sweet and delicate...

How can I not?

The temptation to baby her and hug her is hard to resist, if I'm completely honest with myself.

Maybe it's a good thing she seems to like that.

Maybe it's not.

I can't decide.

I don't feel like deciding.

After all.

No matter how I weigh the risks...

They don't change the facts.