"And there goes our storm," Charles turned to me with a wry smile after watching our daughter huff off down the hall.
"Yes," I replied, "And I should probably follow her."
"Oh?" My husband pouted.
"Do you really believe she's going to listen so readily?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
Charles shook his head and answered with a yawn.
"Really, General, it isn't that early for you."
"But can I not have a little time to delay?" he asked, lingering less than a touch away from my lips.
"I doubt you'll get even five minutes." I answered, brushing my mouth against his, before I pulled away, toying with him before he could settle.
"That," my husband grabbed my shoulders roughly and forced me onto my back, "was not nice."
"It will be even less so if we're interrupted." I answered, sating him momentarily with a kiss. "Not yet, Charles."
The general released me with a playful frown.
"You really are so sure."
"Have you spent two minutes with Jaime?" I asked raising a brow.
"Point observed and noted." My husband replied with a gentle laugh. "I really should have sold him to the Gypsies…"
I snorted.
"If Bry would allow it. She does like her brother, as much as she'd prefer to have anyone think otherwise."
"So you wouldn't mind then?" Charles quipped.
"No, I would mind." I answered, shoving his arm. "He's my heathen as well…"
"Very well, he stays, but for the good graces of his mother."
"Oh, I'm sure you would miss him too."
"Perhaps," Charles sighed, "a little…"
"Bryleigh!" James' voice echoed in a shriek from downstairs.
"On second thought," Charles turned to me.
"One of them will be going anyway, at this rate," I teased, "if Kezia hasn't sent them both off before I get downstairs."