Contradiction

A light nearly as soft as her touch warmed their faces as dark drapes caught the bulk of sunshine like flies tangled in a web. Despite his neat appearance, the thoughts that cluttered his office desk mind were not organized. His dreams were not dressed in suits.
Everything about her was gentle. A meek smile was so easily coaxed out onto her sleepy face by a simple “hello.” Relaxed waves created a current through the black river rippling down her back.
The duo created a fantastic contradiction, and it was growing within her slightly bulging stomach. They became an oddball trio compiled by two companions and the product of the deepest of trusts.
She was never able to settle for very long. He glumly stuck to one office; the only uplifting fact about this trap was the knowledge that she would always know where to find him. Despite her wild cross-country habits, she always managed to make her way back to that cramped office.
She’d nudge him awake during his late night shifts with one fragile hand atop a broad shoulder. A lift of his head, a flutter to the chair, and royalty, love, and violence would be dealt.