After taking a shower, Nora Scott changed into a nightgown and shuffled to the kitchen in her slippers, feeling weary.
"Not ready yet?"
Rubbing her stomach, Nora leaned against the doorway, frowning slightly.
A perfectly good late-night snack had been turned into breakfast by him.
Pedro Langley was chopping vegetables. He glanced up at Nora and said, "Almost."
Tilting her head, Nora watched him quietly for a moment, then walked further in, moved behind Pedro, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Pedro's movements paused.
Leaning on his shoulder, Nora yawned and wiped her face with his shirt. Her hair was still damp, with droplets of water falling onto his clothes.
A patch got wet.
Pedro sighed softly, "I've become a rag, not clean anymore."
Nora retorted, "Who uses a rag to wipe their face?"
Pedro chuckled.
Moments later, he turned his head slightly, "Didn't dry your hair?"
"Lazy. You can do it for me later."
"Okay."
Pedro agreed without a moment's hesitation.
