Day 68: In Which They Cuddle
There was something about dimming the lights and making her sit still for more than thirty minutes that always did the trick. They were supposed to be watching the new season of Queer Eye, but Elsa had dozed off at some point and now slept soundly, wrapped in a cozy blanket with lil baby Ashley curled up on her stomach.
He rested his cheek against her hair, and Elsa grunted in her sleep. Frowning, she snuggled into his shoulder, arms sliding around his middle and nose tickling his collarbone every time she breathed out. Jack unconsciously held her a little tighter at that.
He noticed Diana warily treading around the couch and patted the free space next to him for her attention. "Hey, fatty. Feeling left out?"
With the right amount of parental prodding, the cat was soon hopping on the vacant cushion, making sure to show it on her face that she was doing him a favor by gracing him with her presence.
"Yes, thank you, cat. I appreciate your efforts," he grumbled, brushing a hand up and down Diana's fur.
Not that long later, Diana also snoozed. And so, he watched the rest of the Fab Five's adventures as the rest of the household slept.
