My Daughter
Thwump.
Thwump.
Thwump.
Thwump.
"What on Earth–"
Plunk!
"Daaaaaad!" Melody screeched. She was on the floor, rubbing her head where it had hit when she'd fallen off the bed.
Rory stared wide eyed at the bed in question. "Is that the new prototype for my Williams Wonder bed three point o'?"
Melody sat up and shrugged. "You were the one who put it there so I guess only you would know, Daddy."
"Were you jumping on my Williams Wonder Bed three point o'?"
Melody swallowed thickly.
Suddenly Rory's mouth curved into a sly grin. "Without me?"
Melody's mouth curved into a grin as her father offered his hand to help her up, then he tossed her onto the bed and they held hands as they bounced and bounced.
Thwump – thwump.
Thwump – thwump.
Thwump – thwump.
Thwump – thwump.
When their legs felt like pudding and their heads swam as if in maple syrup, they collapsed together, and the Williams Wonder Bed 3.0 was where Amy and Anthony found them hours later, when they came from the store; Melody's head on Rory's chest, both of them dead to the world.
