I wake up in the morning, my wife sitting up fast breathing heavily. I almost sat up and asked if she was ok, but this was natural. She always had bad dreams like this. She leaves the room and I eventually fall back asleep.
Soon later I get up yawning loudly. The boys were still asleep so that was good. No noise. It was silent. I stretched and went down the stairs. I saw my beautiful wife Regina. She was reading the magazine I got her last night. "What are you looking at dear?" I ask raising an eyebrow. "Since when did you care about magazines?" She asked. "Good point." I said turning on the coffee maker. "Same as always?" I ask. "Same as always." She responds. I finished making the coffee and poured it in a cup which read " #1 mom " she took a sip. "This is better than yesterday." She said smirking. An hour later Henry and Roland woke up. Roland had mini waffles and Henry had pancakes with cinnamon. Regina didn't see me staring at her but i was, because she is beautiful.
