"You wouldn't have to do that anyway, I'm good at throwing a punch. Bill insisted." She smiled and reached out to play with the ends of his hair. "I'd say we could go back to my place, but we'd have to go to the basement. I hope you don't mind. I just don't want to wake Daddy up. I'm not tired." She stretched her arms over her head and stood up, chugging the rest of her coffee.
Tugging lightly on his arm, she grinned. "Come on, let's go! You never know, my clot could get worse, I might need you to carry me."