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In a moment, Rachel, our youngest, came wandering sleepily into the room, also wearing a t-shirt. I was starting to think that t-shirts had become the family uniform.
"Hi Mommy," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Hi, Daddy." I watched Sarah smile lovingly at our daughter.
"What are you doing up?" she said. "Get hungry?"
"No," Rachel said, "Not really. Just woke up, couldn't go back to sleep."
"Well," said Sarah, "come sit with us, then. We can't sleep either."
Rachel climbed onto the couch and sat in her mother's lap, snuggling in comfortably with her back pressed against Sarah's breasts, her head laid luxuriously against her shoulder.
"I saw Daddy kissing you," she said, as soon as she became comfortable and still. She looked up into Sarah's face as she spoke, her big brown eyes practically a mirror image of her mother's eyes.
Sarah stroked the smooth white skin of our daughter's face and said, smiling, "So you're spying on us, are you?"
"No, Mommy," Rachel replied. "I just saw you. It was an accident, I promise."
"It's alright, sweetheart," Sarah said. "Daddy is a good kisser, isn't he?"
Rachel just smiled, in response, saying nothing, and turned her head to look at me. The smile warmed me throughout, and doubly so when I saw that Sarah, too, was smiling at me gently -- with no jealousy at all in her expression.
I leaned over to take my wife's face in my hand and kiss her again. Sarah's kiss was warm, deep, and loving. But after a moment, she pulled back a little and said, quietly, "I think poor Rachel wants her kiss, too."
Rachel, snuggled between us, smiled, closed her eyes, and puckered her lips. I looked first into Sarah's eyes, and she, smiling, said "She loves you too."
With that reassurance, I pressed my mouth gently to our daughter's lips, touching my tongue to them as they parted to let it into her mouth, where her tongue rolled lazily around in a loving dance with my own.
