brightrosefox | Oh gods that's better

After coming downstairs, I sat on the diagonally placed couch and wrapped myself in a quilt to wait for my husband. I watched "Little Miss Sunshine," but not intently. I was definitely feeling better, having taken care of myself. Around two, the front door opened. Adam walked into the living room with a look on his face that read happy shock, high hope, relief, and joy. I stood up, he put his bag down, he commented on the rearranging of the table, which I said I did. And then we were kissing. And kissing. And kissing. We held each other so tight like survivors, a bit of forever trapped in a moment. I was melting.
Somewhere, Luna meowed. And meowed again.
The kissing continued. He leaned me back a little, just over the table.
I felt the tap of a paw on my right shoulder, and Luna meowed again.
I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly. Luna's front paws were on my shoulder, and her head was stretching toward Daddy. She was standing on her hind legs on the table, stretched up as far as she could go. She meowed again.
Adam laughed, "Awww, you missed your Daddy!" and reached for her and held her. She licked his nose, mouth, chin, and cheek, and settled happily against his shoulder as he hugged her. She's so small, and he's so broad, he looked like a man holding a newborn baby.
I should mention something about Luna's distinct meow. It's not a "meow" sound. It's not even a "mrow" sound. It's a "mrah? myah? mah?" sound. She is a soprano; her voice is very soft and high and light, almost a chirp. She sings, really. And so hearing that cat-song touched with surprise and relief and gratefulness was wonderfully adorable.
Adam put her down and embraced me again, and I don't know how long we kissed before heading upstairs to the bedroom. We made love twice tangled in the blankets, and then we went back downstairs. Adam stretched and cracked my back and helped the lingering postictal sensations disappear.
I am happy now.