Christian
After dinner, we sat near the bonfire downstairs. She is comfortably occupying my lap, resting her back on my chest, I'm securing her with my arms inside the quilt. She wasn't talking to me the whole time at the dinner table and I knew she wanted me to convince her. I felt like teasing her a bit and didn't go to the bedroom after dinner. She might have been restless enough to come down to me, wrapped in a quilt and crawled directly on to my lap.
"Wasn't Mrs Scott angry?" I laugh, breaking the silence.
"As if you care. You were chilling out here," she scoffs.
"No, I was waiting for you"
"Huh"
"I knew Mrs Scott couldn't stay away from me for a long time. At least, not at night," I giggle
"Don't-- just don't. I'll be angry for real," she blurts out.
"Oh! That means you weren
