Rated M for mature. May not be suitable for young or sensitive readers. Zoe sat on her coiled rag carpet holding Tubsy in her arms. Gently feeding Tubsy her bottle of water. Tubsy’s eyes were almost completely closed against her flushed pink cheeks. A bottle always made her sleepy.
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Something woke her in the depths of the night. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lidia looked past the foot of the bed towards the slight figure outlined in the doorway to the ensuite bathroom. “What are you doing up, hun?” she mumbled sleepily. Turning down the coverlet, she patted the bed beside her invitingly, …