He drifts away from me for a moment, lost in his memories. I'm certain he's remembering his mother right about now. A part of me always wants to remind him that he's lucky that he got to know his parents. I would give anything to remember mine. But I never have. I've never found it to be my place.
"Well, I certainly adore mine," I answer as I reach for his hand to help myself up. I smile at him and kiss his lips quickly. "We should. I've missed them every bit as much as I've missed you."
I quickly flash another grin his direction before turning towards the closet. My robe ought to be in there, along with a number of outfits (maternity clothing included) that I thought I'd never bother with again. The cashmere feels lovely against my bare skin, stickiness aside.
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Date: 2008-05-05 04:03 am (UTC)"Well, I certainly adore mine," I answer as I reach for his hand to help myself up. I smile at him and kiss his lips quickly. "We should. I've missed them every bit as much as I've missed you."
I quickly flash another grin his direction before turning towards the closet. My robe ought to be in there, along with a number of outfits (maternity clothing included) that I thought I'd never bother with again. The cashmere feels lovely against my bare skin, stickiness aside.
"Ready to go, darling?"