In a strange way, I feel calm, it has taken eight days of touch and go, but she seems to be okay, and she will stay okay. That is the only thing I needed to hear from the Doctor today.
But first, I know of a little woman that needs a good spanking, for she has just slapped me on my ass. Before she even knows what I am doing, I throw her over my shoulder and start to carry her out of the kitchen to the bedroom. She kicks and wiggles as best as she can, but I hold her firmly in place.
"Foster." She softly whispers. "Put me down."
"Sorry, I cannot do that."
She squirms, and she moans, "I have two feet. I can walk."
"Nah," I only but chuckle, "I am not letting you get away."
I take her into the room and drop her down onto the bed. Her body bounces, and she nearly falls off from the side. I go to catch her, and I lay down comfortably next to her.
