Eric woke up to the rays of first light breaking into the room. His eyes opened, and he looked to his right. Jessica was still sleeping in the room; her eyes were swollen from the tears she had spilled last night.
Eric sighed as he remembered the way she had clung to him. He remembered a night from his childhood when his father had come back from Iraq injured, and almost tried to leave a month later. At the time, Eric had clung to his Dad's leg. "I am just like him, aren't I?" He murmured.
A picture of a grown Liara walking the aisle without him by her side flashed in his mind, and he narrowed his eyes. "No. I will walk them both down the aisle."
"What are you mumbling about this early in the morning?" A voice called to him from the corner.
Eric sat up in bed, wincing before he noticed someone else in the room. Eric squinted.
"Trephania? What are you doing here?" He said, his eyes wide.
