Breath in, two three four, breath out, two three four. Francoise breathed in the steam of her tea in time with the music playing on the radio, some slow song that had been new when she’d been in the labs. The house held that particular silence that only came when everyone else there was asleep; she wasn’t usually up that early, but she also didn’t normally share a bed with the house’s earliest riser – and didn’t that thought bring heat to her cheeks and a smile to her lips. He’d pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips with a murmured apology for waking her before he’d left for his daily walk. She’d been in too good a mood to go back to sleep.
So, tea and music, with a second mug ready to be poured when Junior returned.
When he did, he pressed a kiss into her hair before listening to the radio. “My parents used to play this.”
“I’d heard it before. It’s nice.”
He hummed his agreement and offered his hand. “Want to dance?”