[♥]

Last night, after Franklin and I were done watching American Guns on The Discovery Channel, we decided it was time for bed. So as I put on my slippers and before I could even move towards the stairs, he says, “Hop on my back.” “Really, honey? I’m tired. I’ll just walk up.” “I know you’re tired, Love. Just hop on.” He turned his back to me and I hopped on.

“Oh my God! You’re getting so heavy!” I laughed. Knowing so damn well that I probably weigh less than his gear. The entire time I was on his back he kept telling me to keep my chin away from his neck and shoulder. He gets into this crazy giggle fit when my hair or chin gets too close. I couldn’t even breathe in that direction.

We reached the stairs. “Nope. Stay on,” he says. And I thought to myself, “Oh. Fuck. We’re going to fall back.” About halfway up the stairs, I grabbed the banister and all he kept saying was, “You’re HEAVY”, in between the grunting and heavy breathing. We reached the last step and I opened the baby gate.

I started to slide off and he repositions me. “Not yet,” he says.We, or actually, he walked into the girls’ room and bends over to give them both a kiss goodnight. Each time he did that, I had to support myself up so I wouldn’t go crashing onto them.

Still on his back, we went back across the hall to our room. I was anxious to lay down already. Instead of putting me down, he insisted that I stay on. He fixes our pillows and pulls back the sheets and blankets, brings me back to my side of the bed. “Yay! Thank you, hun.” “Almost. Not yet.”

He slid me from his back into his arms and then placed me on the bed. I laid there and looked up at him - like a “what the heck was that all about” look.

And all he says to me was, “The floor is lava.”

3 months ago  3 notes
  1. nary posted this