"Anna. Put it down." Emma's voice was quiet as she spoke to her daughter. Anna was playing with a stick she had found while out on their walk, and although she had heard Emma quite clearly, she disobeyed her. "Anna, you heard what I just said. Put the stick down, and come over here."
Anna giggled quietly, knowing that her mother was becoming anxious. "Mommy, it's a stick! Look, it's okay!" She waved it quickly in front of her mothers face, almost touching her nose, and she laughed harder when her mom gasped and let out a small, yet shrill cry.
Carl came running over, picking up his daughter in his arms and chuckled quietly, tapping her nose. "You really know how to scare mommy, don't you?" He whispered against her cheek, and put her down. Walking over to Emma's side, he cupped her cheeks his hand and kissed her nose, knowing it always soothed her a little. "It's okay.. Hey, how about we get home, put Anna to bed, and we can get in a hot bath?"
Emma let out a quiet sigh, trying to compose herself as she looked down at her daughter, and back up at Carl. "Carl.. She just.. It's been lying on the ground.. God knows what could have been on it.." Her voice was quiet, and she was well aware of the other parents in the park giving her weird looks.
Anna, watching her mom with the same, bright brown eyes, walked over and gently tugged on the hem of her skirt. "Mommy.. I'm sorry.. Do.. Do you still love me?" Carl took a small step back as Emma crouched down to Anna's height, and pulled her into her arms, lifting her off the ground. "Sweetheart, I love you more than anything in the world. Don't ever doubt that, alright? You're my favourite little girl, and no one will ever change that."
Putting Anna to bed after a day out was never a hard job. Carl and Emma had it almost perfectly timed each outing. She'd get it in the car at six, fall asleep by half past, and wouldn't wake up until half seven AM, the next morning. Carl picked Anna out of her seat carefully, grinning at his wife as she cuddled into him.
After tucking Anna into her bed, Carl ran a hot bath for him and Emma. His arms snaked around her waist from behind, and he grinned widely as his wife jumped. "Hey, gorgeous.." He murmured, pressing soft kisses to the nape of her neck. Emma giggled quietly and turned around, pecking his lips softly. "Hey, handsome. Is that bath ready?" Grinning to herself, her hands trailed into his hair as he nodded, and she pressed her lips against his.
Emma climbed into the bathtub, moving forward so Carl could get in behind her. She leaned back into his chest, smiling softly. "Did you know I love you? And I'd do anything for you, and our gorgeous little girl?" She whispered, as his hand stroked her hips slowly. Carl gave her a small nod, peppering tiny kisses along her neck and jaw line. His fingers slowly slid higher, and Emma's smile became wider as she realized where he was going.
As his finger slowly slid into her, Emma let out a soft, satisfied gasp, leaning her head back even further as Carl teased her. "Carl.. I love you.." Her eyes became droopy, and they slowly shut as he nibbled on her neck, grinning at the moans coming from the back of her throat. "More.. Please, Carl.." Attending to her demand, he had another finger, and slid them deeper inside of her, grinning as her moans got louder. He whispered softly into her ear, biting on her skin. "Let go, Ems.." And finally, he felt her walls clamp around his fingers as she came, letting out a small cry.
After intimate moments, Emma always got a little emotional. His arms wrapped around her waist as a tear fell down her cheek. Turning her over, so she was lying on his chest, he brushed her tears away as she curled into him, burying her head into his neck. "I love you, so much.. Promise you'll never leave?" She whispered against his skin, curling up even tighter. "Promise."