The next morning...
Alvin sleepily wrapped his arms around Fox, who was still fast asleep.
He instinctively felt around on Fox, then contentedly pulled her tight against him.
Stirred awake, Fox squinted and turned to kiss Alvin, then retaliated by exploring him in turn.
Feeling that her charms were as potent as ever, Fox turned back around, satisfied, and buried her head in the soft pillow again.
Alvin propped himself up and reached out to stroke Fox's arm where it poked out from under the covers.
Just as he was about to take things further, the bedroom door burst open with a bang.
The two of them pulled up the covers in surprise and stared toward the doorway...
Ginny came charging into the room like a little bull, wearing a Wolves jersey and two streaks of red face paint.
"Dad, get up!
The Wolves game is about to start. We have to go watch it in person..."
As she spoke, Ginny pumped both fists in celebration and shouted happily, "We're the champions, we're the champions..."
Fox watched as Alvin "dejectedly" collapsed onto the bed, covering his face with both hands and muttering to himself.
She pulled up the covers and sat up, first kissing Alvin on the head, then turning to the excited Ginny. "Honey, if you want to get going sooner, you should go downstairs and make your dad some breakfast.
He always eats so slowly...
If he can have a hot breakfast as soon as he comes downstairs, we'll definitely be the first ones to get to Metropolitan Stadium."
Ginny covered her mouth and nodded as the realization dawned on her. Then she dashed out like a little pony, shouting as she ran, "My dad's having breakfast...
GO, GO, GO, let's go, Wolves..."
Fox watched Alvin's glum expression