Chapter 13
Kunzite gave a frustrated sigh as he opened his eyes. Rolling his head towards his sleeping bride. He watched her gentle rise and fall of her chest as she rested peacefully. At least she was able to remain asleep.
He heard the quick steps from down the halls followed by soft giggles and doors opening and closing slowly. With the last closing of the door, he heard the muffled voices of his daughter and friends squealing, laughing, and… what was that sound? It sounded like cloth being thrown on the ground a few times with some laughter and giggling.
He didn't EVEN wasn't to know what was happening.
Mentally, he reminded himself that his daughter and her friends were safe in his home. They were not on the street doing who-knows what. They were being teenage girls.
Raising his sons never taught him this. Raising a daughter was definitely different than raising sons.
Throughout the sleepless night, he needed to remind himself of that over and over as the smallest sound in the night woke up the seasoned military general. Even in the early hours of the morning, he pinched the bridge of his nose and attempted to return to the land of slumber while holding his sleeping wife in his arms before the early rays of morning sunshine.
Now he remembered why he was not a fan of sleepovers.