Hello, My Darling Wife

Later, she would say she knew the moment that Ella had moved into her hold, so that she could make sure that she was sufficiently worn out, Kaczor might admit that it had been the way she wiggled into the hold that had gotten her – but it was the little sounds she made with each movement. Kaczor decided that if they had a lifetime ahead of them, those little whimpers and gasps would be what kept her stuck to her wife’s side the entire time.

But when they were both finally able to breathe again, properly, and Kaczor was trying to help Ella sit back up properly and smooth her nightgown down, she found herself a little hoarse, her voice scratching a bit, even for her, [q]Do you need help over to the bed?[q] The plan was, help her into bed, or carry her if needed, and then save anything else that needed said or done for the morning. The abandoned bowl of fruit and cheese could be taken care of another time, it’d be there in the morning to have added to the morning scraps or something, the food would not go to waste.

[q]Let’s get you to bed, dearest..[q], and she was getting up to her feet, to actually pick Ella up to carry her. [q]Let me carry you over to the bed, let you have those post bliss jelly legs a little bit longer. Are you okay with this?[q]