Nerthus
“Ouch,” I groan, trying to lift the death weight off me. “You are heavier than you seem.”
Danny wails with his head hanging. “I’m sorry, Ambaaa.”
“Oh my God, Danny. Are you drunk?”
He starts groaning and sobbing, and I try to calm him before he wakes up the entire house.
“Shhh. Danny.” I finally get him to stand up, even if it seems hard for him to keep his balance.
“Come on, let’s get you some water,” I whisper, closing the door and pushing him into the kitchen.
Looking at the bar stools, I am pondering over whether I should better take him to the couch. “Can you sit…?”
“Sure,” He answers full of pride as he hops onto the kitchen island. “I learned that a long time ago.”
I laugh, turning to take a bottle of water out of the fridge.
As I hand him the bottle, he sighs deep
