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Cassie sighs, scratching the area below her wrist. “I’m so tired… I just wanna go to sleep but I gotta bathe… That feels like so much effort right now…” She pushes her keyboard away, putting her head down on her arms. She peeks up with one eye to check the time. 8:30pm. So early to go to bed but…
A door opens and shuts in the distance, followed by her husband’s lovely and chipper voice. “Angel~ I’m home~” He singsongs.
She can’t muster the energy to call back to him, thumping on her desk instead.
It doesn’t take Micah long to find her, cooing as soon as he peeks into her office. “Awww, what’s wrong, wifey?”
“Tired,” she groans into her arms.
He reaches for her, rubbing her shoulders lightly. “I’ll take you to bed, Angel.”
“No,” she protests weakly. “I’m dirty… I changed the sheets…”
“So you want to bathe first?”
“I need to…”
He waits for a moment. She makes no effort to move. He pauses for an awkwardly long time, glancing over her computer screen, taking stock of her roughly cleared desk space, getting a cursory overview of the office. It’s not any messier than usual, as far as he can tell.
He pets her fluffy hair, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I’ll be back in a minute, sweetheart.”
He has to shake her awake when he returns, taking care to be gentle and keep his voice low. “C’mon, Angel. Let’s get ready for bed.”
Cassie’s only response is a question-marked hum, letting Micah pick her up from the chair with little resistance.
He smiles at her wobbly form. “Will you try to walk or should I carry you?”
“I can walk…” she mumbles, leaning onto him.
He bends and scoops her up, kissing her head when she leans into shoulder. “Off with us both.”
Micah has run a warm bath, complete with a bathbomb. He tilts her over it. “Yea or nay?”
Cassie looks down at the water, humming as she tests it by flexing her foot about. “It’s pretty…” she murmurs, nodding into him.
Micah beams at the approval and quickly goes about settling them both into the bath. Cassie’s only effort is to hold herself upright as he washes her back, humming now and then.
He speaks gently to her. “You can sleep if you want, Angel. I don’t mind. I’ll take care of you.”
She makes a low sound in her throat, shaking her head.
He chuckles lightly. “I promise, it’s ok. We’re getting out now, anyway.”
She rolls her neck a bit to stretch, blinking slowly as he wraps her in their largest, fluffiest drying towel. He dries her legs and feet with a different one, playing with her toes to earn another hum from his Angel who was watching him with half-lidded eyes.
She yawns as he takes her to the bedroom, giving her a nuzzle before settling her down on her side of their bed. She blinks as he leaves her line of sight, returning with the longest, warmest nightdress in her possession. She gives a decelerated nod to his questioning look, weakly flapping her elbows.
He dresses her with all the care of a trained professional who’s in love with his client, giving her little kisses throughout the process. “Bonnet or headcloth tonight?”
“...Bonnet…”
He huffs knowingly. “Don’t wanna plait your hair down? Not even if I do it for you?”
She moved her head right to left once.
He selects a colorful bonnet, softly getting over her crown. “Will you let yourself fall asleep now, my love?” he asks cheekily.
Cassie tilts to the side, letting herself fall to the mattress.
He lifts her legs to the bed, helping her get comfortable. “You get your own sheet tonight, Angel.” He tucks her in with the cover he bought her last winter. The one with the snap buttons that she drags all over the house in the winter time. She rocks and tucks it under herself completely.
Micah kneels down beside the bed, leaning his head on his arm. “Awww, my sleepy little caterpillar. So cute.” He kisses her nose. “Good night, Angel.”
He only caught her sleepy mumble because he was so close.
“Thank you, Micah… Love you...”
He kisses her forehead. "I love you, too, Cassie. Sleep well."