As we reaching the living room, there, his wife Constance, was settled on the couch, watching some novela in a half-asleep haze.
Sleepily she turned to face us, giving us a warm gentle smile as she waved, “Hello, Gomez’s,” She chuckled softly, “I hope you guys are having a lovely night, but anyways, what’s this about a raid?” She made that same sleepy turn towards her husband.
I almost wanted to let out of of those obviously uncomfortable type of laughs, not knowing if she was just sleepy or drunk still from the night’s festivities.
“Baby, my love,” David hummed, walking over to the couch, he kissed the top of her head as he rubbed her shoulders. “It’s okay, nothing is gonna happen. Just let me and my Beta talk for a bit, and go to bed.” He kissed her head once more as she grasped hi
