“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.

warmth of his fingers as they brushed against her skin

wasn’t their

grown to appreciate

her from the bed, Tilda quickly

can walk by myself,

raised an

don’t need

on my

glint appeared in

make me doubt

her cheeks tinged with

need

your strength is

that a compliment I hear?” Lyndon’s

love hearing your compliments,

blushed deeper and hurried into the bathroom

headed downstairs

having

Lyndon descend, Brea greeted them with a warm

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