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Drabble the Twentieth. i feel like i should throw confetti or something to celebrate...thank you people for reading. tis the only reason i plod along on these things. Snicks- no jazz music in this one. sorry. will snag that for the next one...
The house was silent. As it was well after little Elysia's bedtime, this was an excellent sign, signaling that the babysitting mission Roy had accepted had been undertaken with his trademark panache. Maes escorted his wife into the house, as quietly as he could manage, both of them content from an actual evening out. There had been an elegant dinner, live music…it had been a relaxing anniversary celebration, but there was work to be done and a daughter to be looked after. Maes ambled happily through the house, trying to figure out which room Roy was settled in, most likely reading and waiting for their return.
"Gracia!" He stage whispered in an attempt to be quiet and get his wife's attention at the same time from where he stood in the hall. He pointed, grinning as his wife raised an eyebrow in question. Sprawled in the chair he favored when visiting was Roy, dead asleep, a very content looking Elysia curled in his lap.
After a furtive photo was taken, Maes waved Gracia ahead to wake them. "He is less likely to set you on fire. Roy will be royally pissed if he wakes in that precariously cute situation and sees my grinning face. You get Elysia to bed. I will get a glass of brandy ready for sleeping beauty."