So very like John to move in on her space, scooting his hips in next to hers until she was forced to move up and over his lap instead. Not that she minded. This was her last night together with him too, for a little while at least, and that thought she had to skate on lightly lest she fall through into the frozen ice and start missing him before he even left.
"Thank you for doing that," Elaine said, settling into the crook of John's arm, her usual spot lying against his shoulder. "How many stories did Pip get out of you, in the end?"
She knew John was a soft touch for those big, big eyes and the imploring, "Just one more, Papa?" from the baby of the family. Especially tonight.