Ross merely hums his agreement, his eyes fluttering closed again as he lets himself to enjoy being cared for by his wife. They aren't always so tender with each other, though he supposes he can say that is more the case now than it had been in Cornwall. Perhaps they owe that to the luxuries this modern life has allowed them, between the wages from their jobs and the considerably lower cost of things like food and clothing. By no means are they exceptionally wealthy but then, they'd never been exceptionally wealthy while together. Still, they're not even close to living in poverty, either. They make enough to provide a good life for their family, a comfortable one, and Ross does want to give them more but that will come in time.
He already has plans to begin working toward building a home for them, out in the country, with help he wouldn't have considered asking for had it not been offered. That will all be kept quiet, of course. If Demelza were to hear of it, she'd want to contribute in some way or another, and Ross doesn't want her to concern herself with it at all. She'd carried their children, now Ross will take on this task, and he'll do it without complaint.
Before he can restrain himself, a soft moan escapes him as Demelza's lips meet his own. The kiss is gentle, almost chaste, and the cloth Demelza holds lays against his chest, cooling in the open air. He lifts a hand out of the water, not caring that he's dripping on Demelza's dress as he rests it against the back of her head over wild curls, urging her closer. Abby's in just the other room, he knows that, but they deserve this moment. They deserve this short time alone together.
"You should come in with me," he says, lips still brushing against hers. "That's another thing we should be glad for, hmm? This tub is big enough for the both of us."
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He already has plans to begin working toward building a home for them, out in the country, with help he wouldn't have considered asking for had it not been offered. That will all be kept quiet, of course. If Demelza were to hear of it, she'd want to contribute in some way or another, and Ross doesn't want her to concern herself with it at all. She'd carried their children, now Ross will take on this task, and he'll do it without complaint.
Before he can restrain himself, a soft moan escapes him as Demelza's lips meet his own. The kiss is gentle, almost chaste, and the cloth Demelza holds lays against his chest, cooling in the open air. He lifts a hand out of the water, not caring that he's dripping on Demelza's dress as he rests it against the back of her head over wild curls, urging her closer. Abby's in just the other room, he knows that, but they deserve this moment. They deserve this short time alone together.
"You should come in with me," he says, lips still brushing against hers. "That's another thing we should be glad for, hmm? This tub is big enough for the both of us."