Characters/Pairing: Richard/Kahlan, Cara
Length: 255
A Perfect Morning
"Good morning," Richard said, as Kahlan opened her eyes.
"How long have you been awake?" Kahlan asked, pouting. "You might have woken me up, too, and then we could have..." her voice trailed off suggestively, as her fingers trailed a gentle path down Richard's bare chest.
He grabbed her fingers, twining them with his. "That tickles! I wanted to let you sleep. You were up all night with Caralyn again, weren't you? I told you I'll take my turn-you need your rest."
Kahlan smiled, his concern for her making her forgive him everything—not that there was anything to forgive. He was the kindest, bravest man in all the Midlands—and he was hers.
"Actually," she said playfully, smiling up at him, where he watched her on his elbow. "You'll have to take my turns for me soon enough—it seems Caralyn is going to get a little sister."
"You're sure?" Richard asked, his smile becoming, if possible, wider. But he didn't wait for her reply; he ran his fingers over her stomach, wonder in his eyes. "We're having another baby?"
Kahlan laughed. "I'm sure. Daddy."
Richard dropped a kiss on Kahlan's hair, and from there it seemed very natural that he migrated to her lips. Kahlan smiled and smiled, and they both forgot entirely about the responsibilities of the day.
Cara listened briefly at their door before rolling her eyes, and going off to convince Dahlia to pack a picnic lunch for Cara and her namesake. It looked like she was babysitting again.