A sequel of sorts to "Worded By A Wounded Heart". More 2x5 for your reading pleasure.
Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. KND.
Her backtalk merely made her more endearing
She had known that people would cry, but Abby hadn't expected her groom to tear up.
"Abby thinks that you have OCD about cleaning your planes, Hoagie."
"One page on why you won't leave me alone!"
"But I can tell you in four words."
"I. Love. You. Abby."
"Sorry Numbuh Five! The floors were just waxed!"
"You are not flying in this weather, Hoagie!"
Him being near was like Saturday coming early.
"Abby? Your death hug is killing me."
"Numbuh Five, do you speak French?! I don't know what he's saying!"
That was them; Patched, frayed, and warm.
There was no need to hurry, really; Whoever got there first would just have to wait for the other to show up.
He was the first to notice how sickly thin she was.
Too large and too skinny didn't matter to they themselves or to each other.
Abby knew that she held his heart just as Hoagie knew that he held hers.
When Hoagie bragged about his "excellent catch of a wife", Abby had to remind him that she had been the one to propose.
"Abby told ya to wear the mask! Why don'tcha listen?!"
They may have completed each other, but the fit was less than perfect.
He couldn't see until the goggles were jammed back on his head by an irritated and slightly worried Abigail.
Hoagie needed to ask her to leave just so he could focus on something other than the way her hair caught the light.
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