“Yeah,” I whispered, pulling his hand gently toward my torso. Rolling onto his side, he pulled my body firmly toward his. Our legs intertwined, and he kissed me softly.
“I’m ready to eat.”
“Me, too,” I said, sliding even closer while tugging the blanket up so that our heads alone were free.
The sun started to peek through the crack of the curtains, and I buried my head in his chest. I could tell he liked the smell of my hair.
We lay still, listening to the gurgle, plop, whine of our stomachs under the warmth of cover until loud feet on little legs scurried playfully toward our room.
“Good morning, Mommy. Good morning, Daddy.”
“Good morning, girls.”
Cold bodies tunneled under the blanket wedging us apart. One wrapped confidently around me, and one around him.
“Ooh, Mommy. You’re so warm.”
“Yeah, Daddy is warm, too.”
“You are not my husband,” I joked, tickling my invader softly on the ribs.
“And you are not my wife,” he teased.
“Tickle me too, Daddy!” He did.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked once the tickling laughter turned to coughing.
“Yes, Mommy. I dreamed about school.”
“You know what I dreamed about, Mommy?” she asked from the safe arms of her dad.
“Are you trying to tell me that you’re hungry?”
“Da-Da-Dee! Da-Da-Dee!” came pouring from the front of the house.
“Mom, I think the baby is up.”
“I think he is too, but I also think he called Daddy!”
“Ok,” he groaned, sliding heavily from the bed.
A few moments later, our beaming boy came running toward the bed.
“Hi, Mama. Mama. Mama.”
“Hi Mama’s Precious Baby. Good morning!” I picked him up from the floor and tossed him on the bed between his sisters. Daddy came in slowly and slid back into the bed. For a moment, we all lay there quietly until the gurgle, plop, whine returned making us giggle.
“Eat. Eat, Mama.”
“I know, baby. You’re ready to eat.”
“Ooh, me too, Mommy.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“All right, everybody get up! Go make your beds, and I’ll get breakfast.”
“Can we have pancakes?”
“Yay!” The girls hopped down hard from the bed, grabbing their brother a bit too hard and ran full speed toward their room. His little body bounded quickly behind. I sat up on the side of the bed and stretched.
“Just a few more minutes, Mommy.” I looked over my shoulder and saw the blanket held high in the air. I smiled and crawled back into the warmth.
“Yeah, just a few more minutes.”