Demyan
Malia and I walked into the house hand in hand then danced around the foyer. We had spent a lot longer than we expected at the ice cream parlour slash waffle house then took a late night stroll for a few blocks. My security was not happy about it but Malia loved it and that was all that mattered.
I lifted her lightly as she jumped through the air. Even though she was not dancing I could see the itch in her whenever we were presented with the opportunity. She was delicate with her jumps and I made sure to never lift her higher than what was safer. It was messy but it was also a good laugh.
I swept her up in my arms and carried her bridal style as I climbed the stairs.
"Where are we going? My room is downstairs," she laughed.
"Well you're sleeping with me tonight, if you want to of course or I can just cuddle a pillow and call it a night."
