Matrimony

She found the response in the bedroom where, now, a lovely bedframe had sprouted to life. Until now, they slept on a mattress with a springer underneath. Now, dark wood dressed it, a solid piece of work with a sober look and sturdy planks. Mouth agape, Frances let her fingers run across the smooth furniture, eyes lingering upon the headboard.

— “Do you like it?”

Frances nearly jumped; she had been so absorbed in her observation that she had missed Tristan’s approach. She grabbed his hand, dragging it across her waist, warmth fingers resting upon her stomach as she smiled. And despite the heat building up already – the weather was stifling – she had no intention to let go. So, instead, she leaned into him with a blissful sight.

— “Yes. It looks much better this way. But… How …?”

— “Picked it up today. I bought a few tools as well, your screwdriver was hopeless.”