Rose watched with a fascinated grin as Rolf played with Ant. She had no clue what ‘Godzilla’ meant, but obviously Ant did, and it made her heart swell for both the man and wiggle in front of her. She still had a hard time seeing him as anything but the tiny squirmy thing she had found in that box back in February.
Taking Rolf’s hand, she let him pull her up as she stemmed her calves against the edge until she was standing. The water was running off her, dripping from her clothes, and flowing over the floor to the drain under the sink. “How come I’m wetter than the wiggle?” she smirked. “And dirtier than when I first came back.”