Angela pulled back and looked at her son with a gentle sparkle in her eyes. She leaned down and kissed his lips then rubbed her nose against his like they used to do when he was five.
Dale gently rubbed Hannah's back as she lay against his chest, having found comfort in her father's embrace.
The minutes dragged on, but no one budged as they enjoyed the bliss.
Finally, Dale spoke.
"I guess now is a bad time to mention we sold the Westbrooke house."
The family chuckled, then laughed. Angela slapped Dale's shoulder and turned her attention to their kids.
"Alright you two, that's your cue to move on..." Angela said rolling off her son. His deflated c**k slid out of her with ease.
Scottie opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.
"We can talk about... all this, tomorrow," Angela said.
