"Well, as much as I love my daughters," Bourne began diplomatically, "and as beautiful as they already are and will no doubt grow to be... it is my beautiful wife who makes my heart skip a beat." Another kiss, this one even "mushier", and slightly more drawn out, through still seemly in front of the children.
"Perhaps we should have another," he murmured idly, the idea not having occurred to him until that moment. "We do seem to make such lovely ones."
He did have the good grace to feel guilty about going out that night. But, Rona had her... proclivities, and he had his own. He said nothing, turned a blind eye to Rona's dalliance with Nevina, and he expected (well, hoped for) the same respect in return.
His eyes closed as he leaned into her gentle touch, further disgusting Cedrych (and yes, he caught the stuck out tongue Rona gave their son, and yes, he stuck out his own just as playfully). "I will not leave until they are asleep," he went on, just for Rona's ears. "So we can still have the family evening you envisioned. And I do not intend to be gone overlong, and can and will bathe before returning, so if you were inclined to... wait up a little..."