“Can we wake daddy up now?” Daisy and Marley whine beneath me. I pull my hair up into a tight pony tail and pull the kids back towards me.
“Okay, but make sure you jump on him.” I laugh as the kids run out of my grasp and through the lounge room to the master bedroom. I follow quickly behind them, not wanting to miss any second of this.
“Daddy! Wake up! Come on daddy!” They yell as they both jump all over his sleepy body. He rolls over in his sleep and groans at being waken.
“Okay, okay I’m up you rug rats.” He chuckles grabbing the kids and pinning them down next to him. They both squeal in surprise and their laughter echoes through the bedroom making me join in.
“Come on mummy!” My 4 year old daughter yells at me as I stand at the end of the bed taking in every moment.
“Yeah come on mummy!” Harry’s tired voice fills the room and I am filled with that warm fuzzy feeling like every day.
“Alright, I’m coming.” I laugh and jump into the bed next to my sleepy husband and excited kids.
“Morning baby.” Harry whispers and leans over to kiss me. Our lips press against each other’s and I am still greeted by those shivers that shoot through my body.
“Eww!! Mummy and daddy are kissing!” Marley my 3 year old son squeals making Harry kiss me harder as I chuckle against his lips.
He pulls away from my lips and sends me a beaming smile before turning over to our kids and tickling their stomachs. Their laughter and squeals fill the room and I jump over harry to tickle them as well.
Moments like these are the ones I saviour. Having two kids and being married to my best friend is more than anything I could have asked for and I saviour every minute of it. It’s such an amazing life to watch our kids grow and develop into this sometimes cruel but amazing world. I can only hope that when they reach our age they are as happy as we are.
After tickling the kids to the point where they are struggling for breath I climb off the bed.
“Come on, let’s get some breakfast.” I order and the kids scramble off the bed instantly running into the kitchen. I cringe at my tone of voice because it sounds just like my mother. Never in my life did I think I would sound like my mum.
I look back over to my amazing husband who is slowly getting out of bed. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think Harry and I would have a family together. I mean I love him and I have always wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. But I didn’t think it would actually happen. But now it has, I can’t help but smile every second.
Harry catches my cheesy smile as I watch him get out of bed and chuck on a black t-shirt and grey sweat pants. He still wears the same thing he did when he was 19.
“You know what I love about you?”” He states but asks at the same time.
“What do you love about me?” I smile and raise my eyebrow.
“That we have been married for nearly 2 years and you still stare at me the way you did when you were 17.” He smiles and walks over to me pulling our bodies together. The warmth of his chest presses against mine and his forehead leans down to rest against mine.
“Do you know what I love about you?” I asks and a grin spreads across Harry’s face.
“What do you love about me?” He repeats my earlier words as his warm breath swirls around my lips.
“That I can still stare at you the way I did when I was 17.” I smile and his deep chuckle vibrates through my body.
He begins to lean his lips down close to mine, but a loud bang coming from the kitchen cuts him off.
