Ink Stains and Blotters

She was positively aglow with pleasure at his praise of her. It wasn't often that the two of them could share such sweet words, but there were times, times like this that they could, and it made all the difference to her. Yes, well, you'd have to drive me out with a stick at this point, you're stuck with me. Her grin was wide, as she squeezed his hand back, her eyes closing at the kiss.

She promised then, if she could, she'd stay with him and Maeve and the baby forever.

They'd always be her family, and she'd always be there for them, well until they were grey and old and forgetful. I know, but sometimes hearing it makes it easier to come to you when I say I need a gold or three for a new tube of paint. She teased a little, before she rose to her feet and hugged him tightly. Now, off with you, you have a baby and a wife to attend to. And I am going to grab my paints, and set up in the garden to direct your wayward students to the office appropriately for the afternoon.

~Fin