"I'm just eating what you leave behind every day," he patted her little bottom, "picky eating all the time, no wonder you don't gain any weight."
"Why do you make yourself sound so pitiful? Have I ever forbidden you from eating?"
The man held her hand and kissed it lightly, "Alright, it's nap time. I'll take a nap with you."
The window was open, and the noon sunlight scattered in from outside, shining on the clean bed.
Trenton Smith leaned against the headboard, his arm wrapped around Norris Moore's side, making her snuggle even more comfortably against him.
He wasn't actually in a hurry for Norris to recover her memory; to him, as long as she was by his side, nothing else mattered.
Closing his eyes, he held Norris and accompanied her in the nap.
The sunlight was warm on his body, and the cozy, soft warmth of Norris beside him made him feel a long-missed warmth in the springtime.
*
Tilly Flower was inherently lazy, and after being hospitalized, she became even lazier.
