Summer was bitter sweet. The days each full with new surprises and ending with a smile plastered to your face. Each of these days goes faster and faster, making you wish it would be the start all over again. During these nights, you would long for your childhood, when you could not care about getting dirt all over your feet and clothes, or even rolling around in the grass of a valley awaiting the itchiness that soon followed. On those nights of your child days, you remembered seeing tiny lights, blinking and floating away as your tiny feet carried you toward them. You could never grasp one, but to a small child, just the thought of wanting to hold the light in your hand empowered you to go further.
Tonight reminded you of those days, where your hair was a tangled mess but the only importance was laughing hysterically and rolling around in that grass that made you itch all night.
"Y/N," Michael gained your attention, making you turn your head from gazing out the window. He appeared next to you, resting a hand to the small of your back, rubbing back and forth softly. You peeked up at him through your lashes, blinking twice, a peaceful grin across your lips. "Do you want to go out?" His eyes glistened in the setting sun. A sheen of dark purple had fallen over the front yard, shining into the living room. You nodded your head slightly, grin spreading wider on your face. "Come on." Michael slid his fingers between yours and pulled you to the front yard, leaving the front door wide open. He knew how much you love it, how the just the thought could give you the energy of a Red Bull.
As soon as the door opened you took careful steps to the yard, taking a look back at Michael as he stood in the doorway. He nodded for you to keep going, letting out a chuckle. You blushed, embarrassed that you were even ready to look for those tiny lights of your childhood. A giggle escaped your lips as you started jogging, twirling around in the darkness that was the sun setting and the shadow cast over your yard from the house. Michael stayed on the porch, watching in astonishment at your happiness.
"Daddy, what's Mommy doing?" The little girl tugged at his shirt, watching her mother twirl and jog around the yard with loving eyes and he knelt down to her level.
"She's catching fireflies, darling." He beamed, "Do you want to?" Your daughter nodded eagerly mouth opened in an enlightened smile. Michael scooped her up, her giggles making you twist around. He carried her off the porch and to you, setting her down right in front of you. "Someone," He nodded toward your toddler, "wants to be like her mommy." You blushed, bending down to greet her.
"Do you want to help Mommy catch the lights?" You cheered.
"Yes, yes!" She clapped her hands, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around your neck, warming your heart just a tad more than the moment already had. In the few moments that had taken, the moon shone brighter in the night sky and more fireflies appeared around you three, doing their own dance to the sound of the night. You tightened your much larger hand around your daughter's and she smiled up at you. "Let's go Mommy!" She amused. You carefully pulled her around with you, helping her in the process of catching a firefly. "This is never gonna work!" She pouted when one flew by her face.
"Look! I got one!" Michael chimed in and your daughter let go of your hand running over to him. "Here," He took her hand and let the firefly crawl into her hand. She giggled at the feeling of its small legs against her sensitive skin. Loud laughter left her lips as it crawled around her hand, lighting up with every other step.
"Mommy!" She whipped around, holding her hand out to show you. "I caught it!" You smirked at Michael laughing at her taking the trophy for the catch. He joined in, striding over to you and wrapping his arm around your waist. You leant into his grasp, tightening your arms around his back and he placed a sweet kiss to the side of your head.
"I'd do anything for her." He told you and you tilted your head to look up at him, "And you." He added, a slight blush on his cheeks. Michael almost made you want to cry. You leant up and kissed his lips, a sweet notion to show how much you cared for him.
"Oh, I wanna do that with the bug!" You and Michael whipped your heads down to see your daughter puckering her lips and holding her hand with the bug up to them.
"No, no! Honey don't do that!"
