Thunder shook the house, rain was pouring down almost tearing at the walls.
I awoke to crying coming from the other room, I looked to my left and saw my wife drooling on my arm and her arms wrapped around my stomach, I wiggled out of her arms as she hung on to me half asleep and put on my shorts. I tiptoed out of the room and flicked on the light to the hallway and looked at myself in the mirror and grabbed my belly fat it's crazy that she's made me love something so unlovable and released it from my hands letting it jiggle a bit. Rain was still pouring down and lighting was still striking. I walked into the baby's room and picked her up to ease her crying, "it's okay mamas, the thunder won't hurt you, papas here" I cradled her in my arms and stared at her face with tears down her checks, she had finally stopped crying. She was looking straight at me and I stared back, she was beautiful, just as beautiful as her mother, I put her down and sang a song to her till she fell asleep.
I turned off the light to her room and headed towards the stairs, I made careful not to be too loud as my stairs sounded like shrieking old ladies but the thunder covered up most of that noise. I walked towards the backyard door, the cold floor slightly stinging my bare feet, I flicked on the light to the living room revealing photos of our wedding, of Rosa, and some other things here and there, I headed towards the backyard and opened the door and was welcomed by a strong gust of wind and flashes of purple. "Roko" I called out, then a little fluffy haired poodle crawls out from under the patio chair and runs into my arm, I pick her up and close the door saying goodbye to the strong winds. I plopped down on the couch and turned on the Tv while stroking Rokos hair, Nothing good on as usual so I kept flipping through the channels while I finished off some ice cream I grabbed from the fridge. 15 minutes passed and lighting and rain were still crashing down and I could barely keep my eyes open so I drug myself up from the couch and up the stairs. I went to check on the baby one more time, you're so beautiful Rosa, she had soft chubby cheeks and beautiful dark eyeslike her mother and curly ass hair and dark skin just like her father.
I wobbled back to my room and grinned as I saw my self in the mirror half asleep and saw my wife hogging the whole bed as usual, I scooted her over trying not to wake her and wiggled back into the covers. I wrapped my arms around her, closed my eyes and though to my self what a beautiful wife, beautiful kid, and beautiful life...
