Morning Mischief & Unfinished Heat

Next day....

Emily stirred before anyone else, her lashes fluttering open.

She was sprawled on Lucas and Gloria’s plush mattress, cuddled into her grandmother’s arm like a little cat.

“Good morning, my precious angel,” Gloria whispered, kissing the top of her granddaughter’s messy curls when she felt her awake.

Emily giggled. “Grandma, you smell like flowers.”

“Of course I do. Roses never forget their perfume,” Gloria said with a wink, smoothing down Emily’s hair.

A muffled chuckle came from the corner of the room.

Lucas sat in his armchair, newspaper already in hand, glasses perched on his nose. He had been awake for a while, watching the two giggle together.

“Grandma snores,” Emily said suddenly, her voice serious as though she were testifying in court.

Gloria gasped. “I beg your pardon!”

“You dooo,” Emily insisted, drawing out the word, her small face scrunched up in mock disgust. “You sounded like a tractor last night. I thought Grandpa brought his car into the room!”