They were laying comfortably on the sofa when Dimi realized she needed to call home. “Miklos, can you reach my phone on the table near your head?”
She lifted her head as he reached beyond him and fumbled for the device before passing it to her. She smiled at him, “you look sleepy.”
“I look comfortable,” he corrected. “I have discovered I like laying with my wife and doing nothing late in the afternoon.”
“I don’t sit still very well,” she admitted quietly. “I’m usually always doing an activity, but I also like laying in your arms like this.”
“Then why are you wiggling and squiggling?”
“Because my father has put a hit on you and it’s bothering me.” She gave a deep groan of frustration and turned her phone back on. Immediately it began beeping and pinging with missed calls and text messa
