~Chapter 8~
295 Words
As fate would have it, instead of seeing Ruth when she is at her new employer's house labouring her ass away, the couple see her when she is in school. She has already gotten to the school for her first day of lessons and talking to a pretty girl she has just made friends with. From all appearances, she looks happy.
Lucea and Roderic listen to the girls talk for a moment before they withdraw from the connection.
"See, I told you she is all right." Roderic says gently.
"Yes, you were right," Lucea says, suddenly cheerful. "But we should be taking a look at her on a daily basis for me to be satisfied."
Roderic looks positively horrified at this.
"We can't do that. What if we find her changing her clothes, bathing, or, goddess help us, in an intimate position with a male friend?"
"I can't stand the idea of her being intimate with a man," Lucea says in a sullen voice.
Roderic shakes his head, amazed.
"You are a little possessive, dearest. I don't want to make you cry again, but..."
"Okay, stop," Lucea says in a resigned tone. "We will make a schedule for looking at her, then, find the perfect times and all."
"Great idea."
"Now you are going to rub my feet."
She sees a glint of mischief enter his grey eyes.
"Just your feet?"
He still manages to make her blush despite years of being together.
"Well, what else do you want to rub?" she asks, her cheeks heating up.
"A few other places too," he smirks at her red face. "I don't think it is only your feet that are aching, and as your husband, it is my duty to ease all your aches. And you mine."
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