“I wish I could hate you.”
“I wish I could hate you.” - Rodelaide
She’s so adorable when she sleeps.
Too bad.
A firm pointer finger jabs itself into Adelaide’s side. She squirms away and Roy takes a moment to wait and see if she does anything else. Nothing. So his errant finger jabs again, this time a little harder. Again, her body squirms away and a muffled stop can be heard from the mound of pillows. He waits a moment more and is graced with a command: “Go back to sleep, Roy.”
Crouched on his side of the bed on his knees, grinning wide, Roy leans over Addie further and this time, he reaches out with both hands. His fingers find her ribs and wiggle firmly against her. The reaction is immediate and rather rewarding. She squeals, her body flailing in every direction to try shaking his tormenting tickle off but he keeps his hold, continues the onslaught until a pillow connects with the side of his face and he falls back laughing heartily.
“Roy I swear!”
“You’re awake, finally!” he cries as he sits back up. “You snore.”
He receives an indignant cry and another pillow to the face. “I do not!”
“Whatever you say, dear.” Roy just picks up the tossed pillows and drops them at the top of the bed where they should be.
Addie huffs, arms crossed over her chest as she glares. “I wish I could hate you.”
Holding up a finger and aiming it as if to attack her stomach this time, Roy intones, “But you doooon’t. I’m too pretty to hate.”
“I don’t know about that,” she shoots back, holding a pillow up like a shield.
He grabs at his chest and cries out, “You wound me! And you don’t even know what today is!”
Addie rolls her eyes and Roy feels more than sees it. Then she’s pushing herself out of bed and padding toward the bathroom before she throws over her shoulder, “Of course I know what today is. It’s the day you entered the world and decided you were going to grow up just so you could interrupt my sleep.”
“My birthday!” Roy cries back as he bounds off the bed. He rushes to the door just as Addie passes through it. “Hey, wait for me. I want to join you in the shower--it’s my birthday so I get whatever I want.”
“You’re just a spoiled brat.”
“You love it.”
Roy chases after her as they both tumble into a shower and she repeats, just for the sake of it. “I still wish I could hate you, you know.”
“Too bad. Now you’re stuck with me.”
