Married happily.
Me a doctor.
Her an actress.
Moved to America, our homeland.
One beautiful daughter.
Another kid on the way.
Heaven on earth?
Yes.
"So what time do you get done today?" I ask my lovely wife as she puts on a heavy sweater.
"If everything goes right it'll be around 4," she says as she downs the last of her morning coffee.
"The start of season 3, are you excited?" I ask as she puts a hand on her barely there bump.
"Yeah, I just hope the morning sickness doesn't come back. They have to put the making of the season on hold until the baby is born and I recover so hopefully we get half of the season done by then," she says as she kisses my cheek.
"Have fun! I'll swing by at lunch to see how you're feeling," I say and kiss her back.
"Bye," she waves.
"Bye," I reply and sip my coffee.
I stroll into the living room where our daughter was sitting in her play pen giggling. I laugh slightly and set down my mug on the coffee table.
I pick her up and set her on my hip. Her little hands grip onto my shirt and I push her thin hair off of her forehead.
I sit back down on the couch and lean her against my stomach and change the channel on the tv.
"Look," I say pointing at the screen, "that's your mommy being her angel character. But in real life she's an angel too!" I smile as Penny giggled and hit her hands off of her little thighs.
"She's the best woman out there, and I got to fall in love with her," I say as the episode ends and a new one comes on.
YOU ARE READING
The Strings of a Violin
RomanceShe was battling herself. He played the violin. She was quiet. He was angry. She enjoyed the rain. He enjoyed anything but the place he had to work at. But she enjoyed his music.
