“I’ve tidied the kitchen,” Sly tells me.
“Such a good housewife,” I tease. “We have some deliveries turning up tomorrow.”
We walk into one of the front rooms. “Two of the chairs for this room, and the new rug.”
Sly wraps his arms around me from behind, and I lean back against him and place my hands over his.
“I want to sort out my workshop tomorrow, can you listen out for the deliveries?”
Sly kisses the side of my head. “Yep, I have some work I need to do, so I’ll be able to hear the doorbell.”
“Thanks.” I turn around, not leaving Sly’s arms. “Are we going to the fireworks display or the non-fireworks event?”
“We can see what the boys want to do.”
“We can. I’m happy with either,” I lean forward and give him a gentle kiss. “Are you still upset about earlier?”
Sly gives a pitiful, playful nod.
“Want me to do that licky thing?” I whisper. “Would that help?”
“Yes, so yes,” he shoots out smiling, pulling out of my arms, grabbing my hand and pulling me quickly upstairs to our room.
CHAPTER 44
Iwake up the next morning, and lie there for a moment, thinking that I need to get up and get Sly’s coffee and make sure the boys are awake. I go to move when I remember I don’t need to do any of those things, as I’m lying in my own bed.
Sly turns over and faces me. He’s awake and smiling. He moves his face and brushes his nose against mine. “Morning, sweetheart. I still can’t believe we’ve slept in our own bed again.”
“I thought the exact same thing. Give us a few months, and this won’t feel so strange.”
Sly nods, his eyes twinkle. “That’s true. Guess what I’m going to do this morning?”
“What?” I hope he’s going to say he’ll ravish me.
“I’m going downstairs and having breakfast in my pjs.”
“So not what I was imagining then, but we can do that.” Indeed, I can’t remember the last time we did that. Not since we started our nomadic life.
Sly smirks. “And just what Mr Anderson-Sherwood were you imagining?”
“Nothing much,” I tease and sit up.
Sly grabs me and pulls me back down.
Somehow, I am now lying under him. “Yes, I might have been imagining this.”
Sly drips his head and kisses my nose. “Your imagination is better than mine.”
I nod and loop my arms around his neck. “It really is, now ravish me, husband.”
“Always,” Sly replies, and he does indeed ravish me.
We makeit down to the kitchen sometime later, both of us washed and dressed and ready to start our day. I’ve just started fixing breakfast for the four of us when the doorbell rings.
“I’ll go,” Sly says, walking towards the front door.
I have a peek and see Sly helping a delivery driver. I leave him to it and go back to making breakfast.
