Jane Sampson's voice became so soft toward the end that James Black might not have even heard the last few words.
As she listened to the soft chuckles of the person next to her, Jane Sampson held her breath and inched closer to James Black. Then, she suddenly lifted his pajamas and burrowed her small head under the hem, placing her face against his belly and pressing down on his pajamas with her hand.
"Wait for the smell to dissipate before you talk to me again," Jane Sampson felt she had lost all her face tonight in an instant.
James Black looked at the small mound rising on his belly and paused, raising his hand to gently pat the bulge, his voice containing a hint of laughter, "Come out."
"Wait a bit longer." Jane Sampson's voice was muffled. Her ears, covered by James Black's pajamas, were now embarrassingly red.
