𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

68 - [JM] Heartstrings

H E A R T S T R I N G S
plural noun [hahrt-stringz]

The deepest feelings; the softest affections.

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Your kids ran towards the swings and immediately captured the deserted playground as their own. You smiled softly then stepped closer to your husband's side and held his hand, fingers intertwined.

You both looked at your son and daughter, who were fighting over who would get the first turn on the spiral slide. You were about to call out to them but James looked at you with a face that said 'let them play, they'll figure it out'.

It was a slightly chilly evening in town. You were out visiting the local park, about a five minutes walk from your house. Previously, you were out with the kids attending the opening ceremony of the town's science museum.

Without fail, every weekend, while James was off from work, the McAvoy family would spend some time outdoors, visiting attractions or going fishing or camping, or just having a picnic at the park. You felt that it was a great way for your children to spend some quality time with their father before he would be away for filming.

You kids had an age gap of a year and a half, with your eldest, daughter, being seven. They have their disputes and their competition between who gets the best everything but being outside channels their outbursts of energy, and it makes your life easier.

You and James walked towards a willow tree and took a seat near it. You pulled James down next to you and he laid on the moist grass. He tugged on your arm but you grimaced.

"But the bugs! And my hair..." You pointed out, eyes darting around the blades of grass, searching for ants, small crickets and beetles. He rolled his eyes and laughed, then stretched his arm out for you to lay your head on.

You cuddled next to him, placing a hand against his chest as both of you stared at the almost starless sky above.

"I wish there were stars above," You commented, "At least stars we can see. You know the city lights drown out the view of the night sky."

James nodded his head and frowned, "We still get the moon though."

You shifted your head a little to gaze upon the glory of the moon, it's surface reflecting the sun's light down to you.

You both laid in silence for a few moments, enjoying the presence and company of the other. You kissed his cheek softly and-

You heard a child scream loudly, causing you both to sit up suddenly. You watched the playground for your children, realising that they had started to attack each other a little with rivalry.

You were going to stand up but James held you down. "Loves, what's happening there?" James questioned with furrowed eyebrows, and they both turned back to look at their father with horror, "Play nice the two of you!"

He stared at them for a few moments to make sure that they reconcile and set aside their differences. Eventually, they ran towards the child-friendly climbing wall and monkey bars.

You rested your head back on his upper-arm and shoulder then side hugged him. "Do you think they'll ever grow out of it?" You questioned and he nodded his head.