Snuggles
Jimmy Junior climbed under the covers and turned off his bedside lamp. Tina didn't move. She was sitting up on her side of the bed, scribbling away in a notebook. Her light was still on. Jimmy Junior scooted closer to her and laid his head in her lap.
"What are you writing?"
"Just some notes for the novel," she said. "I don't want to forget them in the morning."
He turned to look up at her, but she didn't look back. Her eyes started focused on her notes. Eventually, she stopped writing, pausing to read over what she had so far. Jimmy Junior took the opportunity to gently pull down one of her hands and place it on his head. Her fingers automatically curled into his hair, playing with the short strands in that way he loved. His eyes drifted closed and he gave a soft, satisfied hum.
He felt her stomach shake slightly, and he turned to look at her again. Tina had set her notebook aside and was now laughing down at him.
"What?"
"You're worse than the cat," she told him, still scratching his head. He just smiled and turned away.
Tina kept it up for a couple more seconds before she turned off her light and slid down into the bed. Jimmy Junior adjusted his position so his head was cushioned on her chest. To his delight, she went right back to her ministrations.
"My big, snuggly kitty," she whispered affectionately. He hugged her closer, grateful that in the dark she couldn't see how hard he was blushing.