Moving her head, she let it rest on his shoulder, just wanting to be near to him. He was warm, the kids were in bed, and she felt at home. She hadn't really felt at home since her husband had gotten vortexed almost two years prior, and before that, since she'd left the Abarat. It meant the world to her, and she nuzzled closer.
He smelled good, and she sighed contentedly, kissing his jaw. "Just ... let me know if you ever don't want me in your lap," she chuckled. "I can't get enough of you, I'm sorry."