Aya stood quietly by the door watching his chest rise and fall with subtle breathing. There were moments like this, In their relationship, That she felt like her entire world was spinning on its side and they were the only two people on the planet. She shook her head sighing and leaving the doorway. Best to let sleeping men lie.
As she entered the kitchen she looked at the sunny perch in the window to see an impressive sight. Verya in a quiet moment of weakness was splayed on her back sunlight pouring over her belly. Like her "Father" before her her chest rose and fell softly in slumber, her tails flung haphazardly around her splayed out legs.
"You silly fox" Aya murmured to herself. Careful to be quiet she quickly grabbed a cup of cappuccino and hastily exited the kitchen.
Sitting quietly on the porch she places her book on her lap and begins to read in the waning daylight.
