Cracklin' Rose

Even though J and I are rapidly approaching middle age, we have sex. Not like... every day... or even, sometimes every week, but we do have sex. We go in waves, and right now we're on the upslope. Which is good. We like upslopes. Much better than the downward slide that ends up with nothing for a month or more, but i digress.

So last night? We were makin' with the love, and mere seconds after J'd surfaced for air? Dee opened our bedroom door. Dear God I would have rather it had been my own father and mother than my daughter. We recovered rather well with the sheet pulling and the arrangement of bits and pieces so that all was covered. I'm fairly certain she didn't see anything untoward.

But she'd heard.

"You woke me up."

"Yeah. Sorry 'bout that. Go back to bed."

"Why do you keep saying 'Oh God?'"

*chirp* *chirp* *chirp*

"You want some water sweetie before you go back to bed?"

"I heard moaning. Are you sick?"

"Mommy's fine. I was laughing. Daddy's funny. Go back to bed."

"I need you to tuck me in."

Yeah... It's one thing to talk to your child immediately after a... uh... you know... but to walk? But, I am a mother to the core (and no way was J gonna do it) and if it was what she needed then I had to do it so I slid off the bed, found my robe, and led her back to her room.

"You smell funny," she said.

You know how sometimes you say you want to die? I wanted to die.  "Yeah. I need a shower. I'll take one in the morning. Good night, Dee. Sleep tight. Stay in your room." I kissed her and turned off the lights.

"Mom?" she asked before I could make my escape. "Dad must be really funny 'cause you were laughing a lot!"