Alise stretches, awakening slowly, loathe to leave her spot curled between Stoneys wings. Her thoughts circle around the past night spent with her husband and she smiles. She can feel Stoney caressing her mind, telling her how much he loves her. She sits up and looks around, for a second wondering where the children are before she remembers, Laila, she told me to go back to bed and she would see to breakfast...
Sitting up Alises nose twitches. “Mon Dieu, is that coffee and croissants??? I am in heaven...”
She hears Stoney in her mind, “I thought that was last night mon Chaton...” and he chuckles.
Alsie laughs, “Heaven of a different sort mon amour.” and grabbing a robe she heads out of the bedroom and to the kitchen.
Alise is grinning, happy with their choice to ask Laila to help with the family. Laila has croissants in the oven, coffee in the pot and the children happily occupied. And the kitchen is spotless.
Tara hears her mother and looks up. She sends to Alise, Maman! Regardez.... assez*...and holds up a small hand revealing newly pink polished nails.
Tomas is busy with several colors of Play-doh, intent on his animal sculptures.
Gracie coos and reaches for Alise from her high chair. Pulling her out, Alise holds her close and kisses a soft cheek.
Laila smiles and says good morning, pulling a chair out for Alise. “I'll get your breakfast...”
“Laila, this is too much. You dont have to clean or cook...”
“Oh...I dont mind at all. We are having so much fun...” Lailas voice fades as Alises phone rings.
“Hello Raina... yes I can talk... no Rowan is not here.... Oh, ppffitt... she does not have to come look at my hands....” After a few minutes Alise laughs softly, “That is a wonderful idea. Yes, Stoney and I will donate. I will speak with him this evening....”
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