<font color=green> His fingers moved idly across her stomach as he eyed the newspaper as well. His eyes slowly moved away from the type though, as he turned his head to press a kiss to her temple idly and sigh contentedly. They were always terribly lazy on Sundays, but it made no matter, because they were usually tangled together, arms and legs and bodies, and that in itself was blissful and made up for the lack of productivity. Turning his eyes back to the paper, they flickered over an article on the refurbishing, thanks to a kind donor who happened to be his grandfather, of the nursery at the local hospital. A layout of photos of mothers, proud with their tiny infants spread across the page and brought a bit of a smile across his face as he read.</font color> -- RD Future: Caf� Brio

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