Y/H/C is your hair color
"... The end." Johnny finishes. We were sitting together in the living room, he was reading to our grand kids. They were dressed in their pajamas and they begged Johnny to read to them, just like he had every other night they have slept over. I always join, I couldn't miss this cuteness.
"Can we read another one Grandpa?" Our grandson, Matthew, asks. He was six years-old, and the only thing he worried about was his cars. He looked a lot like our daughter-in-law, her face shape especially. But, he had dirty blonde hair and big, dark as the night sky, eyes. That gene went through the boys: starting with Johnny, then going to our son, then his son. It was a signature Cade thing.
"Pretty please Grandpa?" Our granddaughter, Emily, asks. She was a beautiful little girl, she just turned four last month. Her hair was a beautiful Y/H/C, and her eyes were like the waves of the ocean. She always brought her pink baby around, the one that Johnny and I got her when she was born. She was absolutely adorable.
"No kiddos, time for bed." He tells them. They complain. I don't know how he does it, I would have read them fifteen if they asked me like they just did Johnny. "Let's go."
We did our normal bedtime routine: following them to their room and they raced to it. They lay in their separate beds, Johnny tucks in Matthew as I tuck in Emily. I gave Emily multiple kisses all over her body and she giggles. I sit on the edge of her bed.
"I love you Emily Marie." I tell her.
"I love you too Grandma." I live for these moments.
I move on to Matthew, and tickle him a little bit before I give him a wet, sloppy kiss on his forehead. He says ew, and then giggles. We say goodnight one last time, and then we leave them to sleep.
I start to pick up things in the living room. "They are absolutely adorable."
"I know I know." He tells me. We laugh about a memory of them when they were both a few years younger.
Out of nowhere, he says, "I love you Y/N." And then kisses me, a long, passionate kiss. I have butterflies. Fifty-five years later, we were still madly in love.
