The Horsons Part 2

More Family Hijinks

Gretta Horson let out a hearty belch that echoed through the cozy, dimly lit living room, a sound filled with both satisfaction and indulgence. She shifted her bulging belly into a more comfortable position as she sat naked on the plush, cream-colored carpet, its softness contrasting with the warmth of the room that wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. Her husband, Rorik, equally unclothed, rested his head gently on her swollen abdomen, his breathing calm and rhythmic, a soothing backdrop to the lively atmosphere.

With a mischievous glint in her emerald-green eyes, Gretta licked her thick, generously glossed lips and reached out with her slender fingers to grab a gooey slice of cheesy pizza, its mouthwatering aroma filling the air like a seductive invitation.

Moments later, Minerva, the youngest of their brood and Rorik's cherished plaything, bounded into the room with a burst of infectious energy. Her wild curls bounced as she raced toward them, and Gretta exchanged a knowing, conspiratorial smile with Rorik, who was momentarily distracted from his current role as a human pillow. He playfully led Minerva over to the cozy couch, where her laughter rang out like bright, joyful music—light and carefree.

As Gretta watched Minerva squeal with delight while bouncing energetically on Rorik's lap, she sighed, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement. The sight of her husband so engaged with their child made her heart swell with warmth, yet a small twinge of annoyance crept into her thoughts. She nodded curtly to Rorik, allowing a few rebellious locks of her rust-colored hair to tumble playfully into her eyes. With a swift motion, she tucked them behind her pointed ears, her expression a blend of playful annoyance and affectionate resignation. Flicking her tongue over her elongated fangs, she pondered her next move in this lively domestic tableau, balancing the joys and challenges of family life