"Sweetie, wake up," Custers sat on the edge of the bed.

Time to get up, right?

“Yes, my dear, otherwise you will be late for breakfast, and Sister Martha will leave you without sweets,” the redhead promised.

"Will you intercede for me?" - Irishka threw a sly look at her husband through her eyelashes.

"I'd rather be your maid, sweetheart." Get on the handles, - he picked up Aola in his arms. - Let's get dressed. Get on your feet. That's it, my smart one. We drove you?

Cus dressed his sleepy wife, obediently fulfilling all his orders.

-- That's all. Now kiss me.” He offered his cheek. "Now let's...