“Come on, get up.

You need to go see Rosalynn, remember?” Tilda urged, her tone gentle yet insistent.

Lyndon grunted in acknowledgment, tossing aside the covers with a brisk motion before swinging his legs out of bed.

Tilda hesitated briefly, then added, “Do you mind if I come along to visit Rosalynn?”

“Of course you can come,” Lyndon replied without hesitation as he fetched the clothes his mother had set out for Tilda.

He laid them neatly on the bed, then tenderly brushed her hair back from her forehead and planted a soft kiss there.

“As long as you promise not to get jealous,” he whispered teasingly.

Tilda bit her lip.

“Do you really think I’m that petty?”

Lyndon chuckled, his eyes crinkling with affection.

“Not at all.

My wife is the most generous woman I _ know, he assured her, his tone light and flattering as he helped her out of the covers and began helping her dress.

of his fingers as they brushed against her skin soothed Tilda’s initial

their first such

to appreciate his

from the bed, Tilda quickly slipped out on the other side, asserting

walk by myself, thank

an eyebrow

you don’t need me

fine on my

glint appeared

you’ll make me doubt my

glared at him, her cheeks tinged with

no need

your

that a compliment I

hearing your compliments,

and hurried into the

headed downstairs

having

seeing Tilda and Lyndon descend, Brea greeted them with

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