She still felt like a teenager in his arms. Her eyes lit up, smiling brightly as she traced the outline of his eyes. Aiko was still madly in love with him no matter what. Her tail flicked around her before swinging around them both. It reached after his, the fur still soft, smooth. While Aiko no longer wore the silks she once did, taking lighter cloth that was cheaper for a family of four, they still slid gently across her body.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I don't know if I want to separate him that much from us. What about that small area just behind our room?"</span>she asked, nuzzling into his chest.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Rhona did say it was a decent spot to put a small room if we needed another. Daikon doesn't need a lot of room, just a spot to call his own."</span><br/><br/>That was most certainly true. Usually, the preteen spent time in his parent's room when he wanted some quiet time. He would just lounge in his mother's spot where she did sewing and patching. He never complained though, just took what he could. Aiko just felt like it was time they did something special for him. It just wasn't enough to shower him with love and affection. He needed to be able to be himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"We could make a small loft area for him to sleep and just carve some natural shelving. Let him set things up outside of that."</span><br/><br/>She was easily just pondering things while in the safety of her husband's arms.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Daikon had slunk back to the room he shared with his sister, hair wet after cleaning up. He sat back in his bed reading a fantasy book he got for his birthday.