"Why not let me take her?" Diana guides her hand to the small of your back—a soft touch that thrums with the temptation to pull you closer. "Rest, I'll take care of the little one."

She hadn't seen you for a while after the disastrous separation. Respecting your space, the thought of you being alone gnawed at her. So, she suggested you move in with her rather than finding a new flat and downsizing.

Diana, despite having experienced a multitude of loves and losses, hadn't anticipated the storm of emotions now raging within her. Anger at your partner's fleeing, leaving you with a baby who hadn't reached infancy. A spark of joy—her guilty pleasure at your partner's parting. She didn’t like your ex, but she can't deny her love for you played a role in her feelings. She’d always been direct—never one to lie, never—but she held her tongue, not confessing her feelings to avoid jeopardizing your happiness.

With your ex gone, she could be there in ways they never could’ve been. The break-up hasn't treated you well—the unkempt appearance, the waning of your skin, and the tired curl to your shoulders caught her eye the moment she saw you again. She loathes being pushy but can’t bear to see you struggle. Your resilience swells her heart. While she respects your autonomy, she wishes you'd let her take care of you. She’s used the thread of fate to sew the two halves of Janus; why not let her mend your heart and intertwine your fates?