“Will there be ice cream and cake?”
She ignored his question, pulling at the fleece blanket she had wrapped around her. Plopping down on the ottoman at the foot of her oversized chair, he poked at her, trying to get an answer.
Twisting the hem of her blanket, she drew the edge up to her mouth, stuffing down the insults she wanted to throw back at him. All she wanted was to cocoon in her chair and he was ruining that.
“Ice cream? I like chocolate, if you’re taking requests.”
He leaned in against her legs. Knees drawn up to her chin, they made a perfect backboard. She tried scooting away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her.
“Can we have pointy hats and noisemakers too?”
She dug her foot into his hip and pushed, hoping to knock him off the ottoman. He countered her assault by trying to tickle her.
“Clowns, you have to get some clowns, some who can make balloon animals.”
As much as she hated it, she started laughing. Dropping her legs, she let him move closer, sharing the chair cushion. Laying her head on his chest, she hugged him back.
“Good thing we didn’t sent out invitations.” He gently kissed the top of her head. “Shame though, it was shaping up to be a great pity party.”
“We can still have ice cream and cake.” She smiled and opened the blanket to let him in her cocoon.