👀 tiny hands do tighter stitches on baby birds- send him my way next time you see him.

Like you haven't gotten really into a game before 😒

This sounds a little judgmental.

Rikiel fell asleep on the deck, but I put him in bed. Jamaica was a great idea for his birthday.

[ There's paperwork beneath one of the boxes--- their names on the deed to a new property, this time in France. ]

I'd also like to wish my husband a happy Father's Day... He does more to keep me here than I think he realizes.

je t'aime, ma moitié.

@journalderikiel.bsky.social

"You interrupted my day to greet me, and I'm sure it wasn't just to be polite. What do you 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵?"

-// I'M LAUGHING SO HAR D

"You had fun, don't say you didn't."

"Not long enough. What brings you into town, Father?"

"Mm...rich cigar smoke. Dabs of heaty cologne. Under coating of formaldehyde. Dirt, like fresh soil, and river water. Orchids. Lilies. Lemons. Sweet cream on your breath from your coffee. Slight chemical aroma of your hair gel. ...You're gonna make my mouth water."

"I wanted to hear you say it, ma moitié. It sounds better comin' from your lips than it does mine."

He pulled Rikiel against himself, nose seeking the collar of his blouse like scum to glass.

"If I had it my way, you'd be soaked in my scent twenty-four-seven. Soppin' wet with it."

—“You’re not really this worked up over a plate, are you? Daisy might’ve given it to her.”

It wouldn’t have been the first thing Daisy had managed to have Cece sneak home, either. The Chicken Incident of 2024 was still fresh in maxx’s mind.