First thing in the morning on her birthday - twenty-seven, thirty's getting closer every year - Lo is half-awake and lazing, reluctant to come out of her sleep-daze into proper consciousness just yet. She's only been back at home a short while, and she's still settling in.
...Monty's voice persuades her to open her eyes, though, and she wriggles around until she can peer out from underneath the blankets at him, tousled hair in her eyes and a little smile making its beginning. "Honey!" she trills, letting the blanket slip when she moves towards the edge of the bed. "Did you really? Oh, you did!"
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Date: 2008-12-15 07:57 am (UTC)First thing in the morning on her birthday - twenty-seven, thirty's getting closer every year - Lo is half-awake and lazing, reluctant to come out of her sleep-daze into proper consciousness just yet. She's only been back at home a short while, and she's still settling in.
...Monty's voice persuades her to open her eyes, though, and she wriggles around until she can peer out from underneath the blankets at him, tousled hair in her eyes and a little smile making its beginning. "Honey!" she trills, letting the blanket slip when she moves towards the edge of the bed. "Did you really? Oh, you did!"