He waggled his eyebrows at her. "I might take you up on that trapeze bar over our bed. It may take me a bit longer to be fit enough to swing on it to drop down on your waiting arms...and legs." He giggled and gave her bum a good squeeze.
"I'm sure glad you're happy to be my wife, Cynthea. I'm not sure anyone else'd have me." He blew a loud raspberry onto her bared stomach...which he'd conveniently bared. He mumbled something.
"Did ya hear what I said, love?" Cynthea gave him a perplexed look. He blew another raspberry into her stomach and mumbled something.
"I said I love you Cynthea Corbett!"



