Cough. “I’m thirsty.” Cough.
“No,” Danny mumbled with a yawn into his pillow, as he shifted to get more comfortable, careful to keep his arm wrapped around his wiggling wife.
“But, I’m ever so thirsty,” Jodi said with a sniffle.
“No,” he said, too damn exhausted to play this game.
“No,” he said more firmly, as he tightened his arm around her and pulled her closer to prevent anymore attempted escapes.
“But, I’m fine,” she promised him with a little wiggle and a sigh that he wasn’t buying, not again.