Who: Bruce and Darcy What: post-Thanksgiving dinner lazy When: Backdated to 26th November, evening Where: Their apartment Status: Closed/Ongoing
Supper had been made, eaten and mostly cleaned. It had been her first time and other than an incident with the whipped cream and some veggies that made it to the table maybe less-than-hot she thought all had gone pretty well. Now that they had all sat down, putting on the first Christmas movie of the season to work off the food babies she realized it was all of this she was really thankful for. The fact she could cuddle on the couch, leaning in to Bruce's side, Jacob's head in her lap-she found herself even thanking the island, for bringing them together. As unorthodox as the method had been.
"Think we should put him in bed?" she asked softly, tilting her head to peer up to Bruce, fingers brushing through her sleeping son's hair.