Sam turns back to the stove for a moment and puts her utensils down before running over to the couch. We look at each other with smiles on our faces for a moment.
“You wanna sit?”
“If you wouldn’t mind. I just put the food in the oven to bake for a bit, so everything will be done soon.”
I swings my legs around and sit up so Sam and climb over the couch and sit next to me. She does that as expected, but she ends up laying down and putting her head on my lap; I look down at her and gently rub her head. Normally when this happens, she finds my lap comforting and ends up taking a nap like this. I need to make sure that doesn’t happen.
“Don’t fall asleep,” I playfully tell her. “You’re cooking and I don’t want to buy a new house.”
She yawns again and buries her face in my lap even more. I keep smiling as I look at her.
Such a kid.
I let my hands run through her silky hair as I start watching T.V again, waiting for the food to finish.
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