Helen blinked several times as she slowly returned to wakefulness. She stretched her sore and cramped muscles. Last night had been incredible. If she had thought John had run out of tricks in their many years together, last night proved her quite wrong. He had been romantic and passionate in ways that she had never even imagined. It was so overwhelming Helen wasn't even upset that they ended up sleeping on the couch. John murmured something in his sleep and pulled her tighter to him. "Oh how I love you," she sighed.
She snuggled back into John's arms and was just on the cusp of sleep as soft steps padded into the room. Helen would have ignored it but she felt something light drop on her hip. The something turned out to be her thong from last night. "I found that in the sink," Ashley stated. "And just so we're clear, I'm not eating anything out of that kitchen until it has been sanitized."
Helen took the scrap and closed her eyes again. "I'll get someone on that right away."
Ashley sighed. "Happy Valentine's day, Mom."
"Happy Valentine's, sweetheart."