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“Jennnnnyyy”
“Mm.” Janine hummed softly at the man currently putting as much of himself on her lap as was feasible.
Peter made puppydog eyes up at her, “I missed you.”
“I was gone for less than forty-eight hours, Mr Lynne.” The trip had been fairly dull, mostly just sitting in on meetings with a couple of representatives from some neighbouring townships as they argued in circles. It had been stressful despite the fact that no one seemed interested in her input. Really, if she hadn’t cared about the outcome she probably could have just leaned back in her chair and slept through the whole affair. But no, instead she had put in the effort and herded the meeting in the general direction of productivity and compromise. The few sheets of paper currently on her clipboard could wait, and indeed she intended it to, but, especially after a day of struggling to make herself heard, she enjoyed the little game of Simon trying to get her undivided attention.
He pawed gently at her arm.
“Jenny, my feet are freezing, come to bed? Please?”
Janine let out an amused puff and lowered her hand to weave her fingers into the hair at the back of his skull, “you don’t need me to go to bed yourself. Simon has made himself quite comfortable by the fire.” The ginger cat had only done so after about an hour being carried and sitting on her lap.
Peter sniffed and curled the rest of his body closer, “I’ll stay with you even if my feet fall off” he threatened loyally.
That got a snort out of her, “well we can’t have that.” She pushed him gently off her lap and stood up from the couch.
Peter scrambled to his feet and she continued towards the bedroom even as he wrapped his arms around her waist and cuddled up, shuffling awkwardly behind her like a heavy cape.
She didn’t bother hiding a smile, and only pried herself free so she could change into more comfortable bedclothes.
Peter remained in his sweats and scrambled under the covers to wait for her, and she took a moment to grab a pair of thick fluffy socks and toss them to him.
Finally she climbed into bed with him, nose to nose so she could kiss him. He enveloped her in his arms and she tossed a leg around his hip.
Peter gave a small wriggle with a sigh of contentment and brought his hands up to gently knead at her shoulders, working his way up towards her neck, then down her back, working through any tension his found on the way.
Janine rubbed her thumbs in small circles behind his ears while slowly stroking his hair, then moved up to run her hands through it from forehead to the nape of his neck.
“I missed you so much.” he told her again, for the thousandth time since she returned.
“I know. I missed you too.” She assured him. Even if it was for only a day and a half, she really had missed him. At night she’d particularly missed the way he draped himself over her, the pressure of his arms squeezing her close to him soothing her nerves and making it easy to drift off.
With Christmas just around the bend she’d have a lot more organising to do tomorrow, but for right now she could just relax and spend a little time with someone she loved dearly.
it was the little things sometimes.