Wedding Bells

“Have you had an accident?” Grace asked, rising up from beneath the duvet, and wrinkling her pretty button nose.

“Yes.” I replied, without emotion, trying not to let it bother me. I had not noticed it, until it was too late, because I was so deep in thought, or perhaps asleep. I was not sure which, to be honest.

“Shall I call Mummy?”

“Not yet…I am warm and comfortable here with you.”

“Smelly though?” She giggled, forcing me to grin back.

“Hmm.” I agreed, and she scooted further up the bed, resting her head right beside mine.

“Do you like sharing with us at night now?” She asked, uncertainly.

“Yes…do you?”

“Obviously…we love you, silly?”

“It’s mutual…although you do snore.”

“Chloe talks in her sleep…and you…but that isn’t your fault…Mummy said?”

“I know…it’s the medicine…and my stupid underdeveloped muscles.”

“I didn’t like it when you got spanked…”

“Neither did I, funnily enough?”