The first rays of sunlight dimly lit the master bedroom of the Chesterton's home. Barbara blinked slowly as she woke, taking note of her surroundings. The warm blankets were pulled up to her shoulder and her husband lay behind her, breathing gently in his sleep. And poking her in the back. More often than not, Barbara would ignore it and wriggle away but an adventurous thought dawned on her as she slowly woke up, and she shuffled carefully under the blankets.
She freed Ian from his pyjama trousers and was administering kissess when she heard little foot steps thundering their way into the bedroom. Johnny dived for the bed, landing next to where Barbara was crouching (thank heavens). She quickly popped back up to where she was technically meant to be, her heart thundering in her chest. Would their son have worked out what she was doing?
"You sleep funny, Mummy," he told her.
"I was looking for a sock. Shouldn't you be sleeping still?"
"But we need to get up and go to the circus!"
She freed Ian from his pyjama trousers and was administering kissess when she heard little foot steps thundering their way into the bedroom. Johnny dived for the bed, landing next to where Barbara was crouching (thank heavens). She quickly popped back up to where she was technically meant to be, her heart thundering in her chest. Would their son have worked out what she was doing?
"You sleep funny, Mummy," he told her.
"I was looking for a sock. Shouldn't you be sleeping still?"
"But we need to get up and go to the circus!"