"RJ! Jude! Go wash up before breakfast!" you called, bustling around the kitchen.
"But—"
"No but's! Go wash up!" you said again, gently coaxing Judith into the hall toward the bathroom.
Daryl was leaned up against the doorframe with a small smile on his face.
"What?" you asked, laughing lightly, pausing to dry your hands on a dish towel.
He shrugged. "Nothin'."
You cocked your head at him, still smiling. "I don't think that look is 'nothin'," you replied, imitating his southern drawl.
Daryl straightened up and crossed the kitchen to you. "Yer righ'. It ain't." He looped his arms around your lower back. "I was thinkin' that I ain't kissed you yet today. And tha's a damn shame."
You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him and leaned against his body. "That's a huge problem. Can you suggest a course of action to correct it?"
Daryl was just brushing his fingers lightly over your cheek when—an eruption of childhood chaos. "UNCLE DARYL! RJ FLOODED THE SINK AGAIN!"
Daryl squeezed his eyes shut and his head dropped as you let out an exasperated laugh. "Can you hold that thought?" you asked him.
He sighed. "Nah. Ain't like he's gonna drown..." And he hurriedly leaned down and stole one kiss. Prompt: "I haven't kiss you yet today."
