The small girl climbed against him without hesitation, his back against the headboard of their bed, the lamp glow warm where the night air was not.
"Come lie down with me..." The female's words were from a moment and of a childish beg as she curled into the man's lap, a kitten, fingers lazily pinching the fabric of the sweatpants to bind the man's decency. His own words were quick to follow-
The mattress shifted beneath her as she groggily awoke, opening her heavy eyes to gaze upon Jasper's arm extended above her, reaching for the obnoxiously ringing device that lay on the table to her side. It took her a moment to figure that out, what was happening; the thought irritable.The girl grumbled as he settled back by the girl's groggily lazy side, answering the call just as groggily as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself to lay on his rising and falling chest. "Hello?"
"Ow, I got soap in my eye," Warm water was loud on the flooring beneath their feet, condensation glazing the clear glass that encased them, dripping down the marble wall in which the shower head hung from. She spoke softly, the words of her discomfort, her knuckles rubbing her eyes just as she spoke, lips heavy and set into a light sneer of dissapointment—it was a minor detail quick to ruin a calm evening shower."Want me to kiss it better?" The man asked not even a second after with the same, expected grin, watching as the girl nodded with an unashamed smile and sp
She had never been a morning person, he admired that. In all the breaths he had spent by her waking side, she had never sprung to her feet full of energy and an attitude positive towards the dipping moon—a marble in the sky.Jasper loved when the girl stirred between sleep and awareness, figure consumed by the thick, fluffy duck down duvet. She'd reach for the seam of the covers, pulling the comfort over her face as she rolled further into his chest... he'd always be awake and ready, ready to spectate such a thing with admiration.
"They're not my family," Jasper spoke the words with a husky murmur, eyes entertaining the thought, lips hesitant to speak though the thought was so sure, What would the girl think about the words to follow? "You are," Genevieve blushed deeply with his words, freckles prominent beneath her eyes and arcing over her nose as she lifted a hand from his chest and reached for his own. Their fingers easily twisted together."You'remyfamily," She whispered the words without doubt, letting her eyes fall shut as the man bowed his lips to the gentle surface of her forehead. Th
"Mark gave me an infection when I was young and I had to have everything reproductive removed,""And how does that make you feel?""It used to make me angry but being angry doesn't solve anything—even though I'd like the option, having kids isn't something I want,"
It had been a least favourable arrangement that the girl would have to go straight from a therapist appointment and to an important essay period she could not skip out on.The worst part about the decided routine, was the fact that Genevieve would have to go straight from the office to her school -- possibly still with tears in her eyes.Her prediction hadn't been too far off.
"Enough small talk, I've been waiting all day," An amused smile of his own took place along his lips as he internally studied her words. "I didn't get any of you yesterday because I was bad, remember?""Well If you want me right here, you'll have to be patient,""-And why's that, daddy?"
The girl sat back with a broad, soft smile—she couldn't help but grin when their eyes met, locking in a sweet gaze, wordlessly wholesome. "That's a great idea," She was the half to pry themselves from the embrace of limbs and the thick blanket.Goosebumps were instant, a yawn torn from her lips as she scooped up the cotton to encompass the man's decency beneath his pants long minutes before. Her arm was quick to delicately extend the fabric to the man, an offering.