I got into a small argument with G tonight. He stormed off upstairs. I've busied myself with folding laundry, ironing. There is nothing to fight about. Just both of us being moody.
It's 5:30 am. My hands are cold, he eyes heavier by the second...
My CHLOE bag on ebay is ending in a few hours.. I'm still highest bidder...{yawn} or am I dreaming...
I'm going to crawl into bed with G in a moment and mold myself into the curve of his spine, my knees pressed against his fleshy bum and absorb all his sleepy G warmpth. I may slide my hand to the front and softly stroke him in his sleep as I do because I love feeling him grow hard in my hand without him even waking...

But christ help him if he doesn't get up to feed E in the morning!

NITE {again}