Exhausted Challenge.
Something, or someone, was tugging on Brooke’s arm in an attempt to rouse her out of the slumber she was still half ensconced in.
“Honey, Mommy is exhausted…”
Still the tugging persisted. Normally Brooke would have been up long ago, but last night had been…interesting to say the least. Interesting in the way that leaves one exhausted, and sore all over the next morning.
She was vaguely aware of the steady beat of feet hurrying up the stairs, and prayed to god it wasn’t the most immature member of her household.
Suddenly something firm, and round contacted with her back, adding a heavy weight and causing the bed to shake. The globes rest on her lower back wiggled, pressing intimately into her back.
“Saaaaam…”