The passing days...

~He tilted his head on one side as he ate.~

"I wasn't expecting him to still be here. Your horse wasn't in the stables."

~He didn't really want this romantic mood killed by talking about the little pip-squeek. but if she insisted on it.. She's pay for it later on. He supressed a smile.~

"I plan a romantic meal for me and you, and all you can think of is your father?"

~His tone was light~

~she blushed and looked down~

"The horse is at willows. And am sorry I brought it up. I thought before you were mad at me. But on to the now." ~she smiled.~

~she finished her chicken and she looked at the strawberries and whip cream. She moved and sat in Tibs lap. She dipped her finger on the edge of the whipped cream and smiled softly at him.~

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*they moved to the bed and .... *


*they fell asleep in each others arms all twisted up in blankets and sheets*