“Thank you,” she said, holding back tears.
He returned her smile.
A soft gaze.
Then a grin.
He stood up from the sofa where they rested, scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed.
“I’m not too heavy, am I?” she asked.
“Heh, no,” he replied.
He laid her gently in his bed and was preparing to tuck her in when she jumped up and declared, “I gotta pee!”
He shook his head in disbelief. “Oh my goodness. This girl!”
And off she ran, to the bathroom, wishing she could have just NOT needed to go.
Because gosh darnit, it felt SO nice to be carried and held by him.
To be tucked in by him as well?
Need I say more?
Did he tuck me in later?
I can’t remember.
I’ll just make-believe he did.