Big George Cambridge did not go out to sea with his parents yesterday in Auckland as they raced each other on the water. Princess Catherine’s team won. She teased her husband about it good-naturedly and the two had a pretty cute moment afterwards, teasing each other. And he reached out to hold her hand, showing how close they are, how much they enjoy each other, how comfortable they are with each other, how their bodies fit so well together, alone, at night, when the baby is asleep…
Stop.
Fan fictioning these two is like fan fictioning my parents.
What else is there to say in the absence of Big G who already understands the art of leaving them wanting more?
Those f-cking cork wedges, how about that? Would it kill her to put on a pair of oxfords?
