Older 'n Dirt [for Anrai]
She's laughing as she leaves the room, having occupied Anrai with some silly internet toy for a few minutes at least. Laine only wants her husband distracted long enough for her to finish wrapping his birthday presents. Slap a few bows on them really and sign the card. Everything else, she managed to do the night before.
Happy Birthday, Darlin'. I love you even if it took me forever to figure out what to get someone who's older than dirt to begin with.
--Laine.
Putting on lipstick of her own, disgusting and slimy though it is, she kisses the card before placing it in an envelope. She also wipes the remainder of the makeup off her lips while making a face. The things she does for him.
Laine stacks the gift boxes, one atop the other, and carries them down the hall to where Anrai's still sitting with his laptop. "Your little girlfriends come out to play yet, sugar?" So, she's still chuckling--a few of the local high school girls have some not-so-secret crushes on the Irishman and Laine's constantly amused by them.
"Happy Birthday. You may as well open them now, I ain't makin' you wait all day." Could be that she's just as interested in seeing his reaction and finding out if she's managed a good thing here with her choice of gifts. She sits herself down on the foot of the bed and smiles at him, nudging the boxes a bit closer before letting her hand rest on the gentle swell of her belly. "See, I really was jokin' when I said breakfast in bed was the end of your birthday celebration."
Happy Birthday, Darlin'. I love you even if it took me forever to figure out what to get someone who's older than dirt to begin with.
--Laine.
Putting on lipstick of her own, disgusting and slimy though it is, she kisses the card before placing it in an envelope. She also wipes the remainder of the makeup off her lips while making a face. The things she does for him.
Laine stacks the gift boxes, one atop the other, and carries them down the hall to where Anrai's still sitting with his laptop. "Your little girlfriends come out to play yet, sugar?" So, she's still chuckling--a few of the local high school girls have some not-so-secret crushes on the Irishman and Laine's constantly amused by them.
"Happy Birthday. You may as well open them now, I ain't makin' you wait all day." Could be that she's just as interested in seeing his reaction and finding out if she's managed a good thing here with her choice of gifts. She sits herself down on the foot of the bed and smiles at him, nudging the boxes a bit closer before letting her hand rest on the gentle swell of her belly. "See, I really was jokin' when I said breakfast in bed was the end of your birthday celebration."