“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.

fingers as they brushed against her

wasn’t their first such

had grown to

Lyndon made a move to lift her from the bed, Tilda quickly slipped out on the other side,

can walk by myself, thank

raised an eyebrow

you sure you don’t need me to carry you

my own,” Tilda insisted

glint appeared

make me doubt

at him, her cheeks tinged

no need

certain your strength is

I hear?” Lyndon’s

love hearing your compliments,

deeper and

then headed

was having fun

Tilda and Lyndon descend, Brea greeted them with a

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