Snapshot

by Kay Cove

Lennox must get sleepy because she feels a little heavier as her body relaxes on top of mine. “Hmmm, I’m so tired,” she mumbles, “don’t let me drown in here.” “Never.” I kiss the top of her head. “How do you feel?” “Probably sore tomorrow,” she says with a weak laugh. “But tonight, I’m perfect. How was that for you?” “Addicting,” I admit. “I love you, Lennox. So much.” She lets out a sweet, low hum. “Thank you… I’m still saving mine. Moment’s not quite right.” I chuckle softly. “Okay, then. Save it. Come on, let me put you to bed.” She shakes her head, her damp hair dragging across my chest. “No, can’t move,” she mutters. “Let’s sleep here.” “In the tub?” She gripes and protests as I push her up by the shoulders so I can slip out from behind her. I grab two towels, then quickly dry myself off. Lennox scowls at me, still seated in the tub. “Come on, baby, all you have to do is stand. I’ll do the rest.” She rises excruciatingly slowly, making me laugh. Once she’s upright, I wrap the fresh towel around her, then scoop her up in my arms. She squeals when her feet leave the ground. I carry my wife over the threshold between the bathroom to our bedroom and lay her gently on her side of the bed. I pull the towel from her body and wrap her in the sheet and comforter instead. As best I can, I dry her hair so her pillow isn’t drenched. “You take such good care of me. You must like me or something.” She flashes me a smart smile. “Yeah, Trouble, you’re all right.” I kiss the tip of he...