‘You should bin those old pyjamas.’ Annie said. ‘They’re falling apart.’
‘They’re my wedding pyjamas!’ Charles replied defensively.
‘You never wore pyjamas on our wedding night!’
‘That’s not the point, they hold special meaning.’
Annie smiled at the memory.
‘I’ll make some coffee.’ Charles said leaving Annie in bed.
Charles returned ten minutes later holding a cafetiere in one hand, two cups in the other and a paper bag of warm croissants in his teeth.
As Annie looked up, Charles’s old baggy pyjama bottoms fell to the ground revealing everything.
‘Breakfast in bed.’ Charles said though his teeth.
Annie giggled.
‘They’re my wedding pyjamas!’ Charles replied defensively.
‘You never wore pyjamas on our wedding night!’
‘That’s not the point, they hold special meaning.’
Annie smiled at the memory.
‘I’ll make some coffee.’ Charles said leaving Annie in bed.
Charles returned ten minutes later holding a cafetiere in one hand, two cups in the other and a paper bag of warm croissants in his teeth.
As Annie looked up, Charles’s old baggy pyjama bottoms fell to the ground revealing everything.
‘Breakfast in bed.’ Charles said though his teeth.
Annie giggled.
