..., we can dictate how they find out and how they react.” When Ben finally finished he stopped and looked at Gwen, watching her intently.
Gwen suddenly stood up and walked away to the window, staring out intently. Ben could tell from her tensed shoulders that she was thinking hard, weighing what Ben had just said. Ben held his breath, unsure how she would react. Did I go too fast? Did I go too far? What if she gets mad at that idea? These thoughts and many others rushed through Ben's mind as he watched Gwen. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Ben, Gwen slowly turned around her gaze hard and unreadable. Finally she looked him in the eye and slowly nodded. “Alright, Ben.” She whispered quietly, her face pale.
Ben stood up and walked over, enveloping her in a hug. Ben kissed her on the forehead and whispered in her ear quietly. “It's alright. We'll get through this. Grandpa will understand.” Gwen huffed and sniffed, drawing in a deep breath before looking up and kissing him gently on the lips. They nodded to each other and headed toward the door. A second later they walked into the kitchen to see Grandpa sitting at the table with a plate of food in front of him. As they walked in he smiled and laughed. “Hey, kids. I thought you...