 Graceful, Adam is not... *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Adam had learned many things since he became a father. How to change diapers, One of them was the innate ability to tell when someone was watching him sleep. He opened one eye slowly, expecting to see the faint outline of his son staring at him expectantly or the face of Zita looking at him like he had forgotten to do something…Instead he found another familiar outline reaching down to - ”Ahhhggg….” He flailed, completely taken off guard by the fact that it wasn’t his son or his love waking him. His milk pouch went flying. He lost his ballance and fell off the rock pillow and - bounced. Well, sort of bounced. A rock pillow fell on top of him, his leg kicked another and a moment later he was buried under a pile of rock pillows.
He laid there for a moment dazed. When he spoke it was a bit muffled thanks to the pillows. ”Laurel... did you need somezzingkt?” he asked, sounding perhaps a little sore, but not embarrassed at all. It wasn’t the first time he’d made a fool of himself in front of Laurel. He had no idea that Jane was there or else he may have been a smidge embarrassed.
__________________  |