Fox stretched languidly in her large, comfortable bed. She had been skeptical at first about a medieval castle (even one on the top of a Manhattan skyscraper) being a comfortable place to live, but she had to admit that David had managed to make it quite luxurious.
Turning her head, Fox looked at the small video screen on her bedside table. The screen showed the inside of Alex's nursery. Her son was blessedly asleep in his crib sucking his thumb. In a rocking chair next to him, also fast asleep, slumped David's aid, Owen. She smiled. It must have been a busy night of magic lessons!
Fox sighed. She knew that she ought to get up, but her bed was so comfortable. David was probably already on a business call to Germany or something and Alex would sleep for another hour or so. Still, she was supposed to take Alex to visit her father for lunch and she should probably shower before then.
Resignedly, Fox pushed herself up out of the bed. Her robe was draped over a chaise near the door, so she grabbed it as she passed and slung it around herself. She headed down the hallway to the next door, a room that had been converted into a lavish bathroom for her and David's use.
Along one wall was a shower stall large enough for several people to stand in comfortably. Fox slid the clear glass door open just enough to allow her to reach in and start the water. While it warmed up to a temperature that she liked, she stripped out of her robe and silk pajamas. By the time she was ready, the water was perfect.
Fox stepped under the water, sliding the glass door closed behind her. The water falling on her shoulders felt fantastic. She was a little sore from a slightly awkward flip during her sparring session with David yesterday, but it wasn't too bad. With a wicked smile, she imagined how she could get her revenge later today.
Humming as she enjoyed her imaginings, Fox reached for her shampoo.