My week and your eyes

Wednesday

Once again I resist the urge to completely destroy the alarm clock, although it's not mine this time. I have to be one hour later at school today. I poke my sleeping husband with my elbow, my eyes still closed. I hear him groan.
"Turn the damn thing off and get up", I moan. "You have to get Jake ready too."
Mumbling he gets up, and disappears. I close my eyes again and drift off. A little later I feel a kiss on my cheek and I open my eyes. I see my sons hair and his eyes peek over the edge of the bed.
"Bye mommy", he says with a smile.
I mess up his hair with my hand and he laughs.
"Have fun at school, you", I say smiling.
He nods and runs out of the room. Then David walks in, followed by Dolly, who jumps on the bed.
"We got to go, see you later love", and he gives me a kiss on my forehead. Then he walks out.
I hug Dolly tight until she tries to free herself from my grip. I laugh and get up. Time to get ready.

When I come home at noon and walk into the kitchen, I see Jake sitting on a chair, crying, with David treating his knee.
"Oh my god sweetie, what happened?", I say as I rush to his side and hold his head to my chest.
"He fell on the driveway", David explains when he's done with the band-aid.
I pick him up and walk through the room, humming. He calms down and I put him in the couch, turning on the tv so he can watch a cartoon. Eventually he gets up and goes outside to play with Dolly.
"Be careful with your knee, honey!", I call after him.
"He'll be fine", David says, but when he sits down at the table with a drink, I see that he's also keeping an eye at him.
"Maybe we should eat something. I'm starving."
We call Jake back inside and eat some sandwiches. He asks if we can go to the playground. I have a load of work to do for school, but David say it's okay and that he will take him.
"Take Dolly with you", I propose. "She'll be happy with a walk."

I spend the entire afternoon grading tests and preparing classes, until I hear the front door slam and two tiny creatures run through the living room, outside where they lie down in the grass.
Then a bigger creature comes in too, carrying two bags.
"We hit the store on our way back", David explains.
"Neat. What did you get?"
"Dinner for tonight. I'll cook."
"Try not to burn down the kitchen."

He sticks out his tongue and disappears into the kitchen. Then I hear something clatter, followed by a curse. I laugh and shake my head, wondering how late McDonald's stays open.
I finish my stack of papers and decide to check on my husband (and possible injuries). When I enter the kitchen I spot a bottle of red wine on the table and my mood immediately brightens. He's cutting a baguette in pieces next to the furnace, on which is a pot. I highly suspect it's spaghetti. I walk up behind him and put my arms around his waist. He looks up startled and when he sees it's me, he walks to the cupboard and takes a wine glass, fills it almost completely with the wine and gives it to me with a kiss.
"You sure know how to pamper a lady", I say with a smirk.
"Don't worry, I know my lady", he answers with a smile.
I watch him cook for another minute and then decide to go outside to check up on Jake. I smile when I see him and Dolly, both asleep, lying next to each other on the grass. I nudge him awake and he looks at me as if he came from another dimension.
"Dinner is almost ready, honey."
"Okay, I'm coming."
He gives Dolly a stroke and he walks inside, followed by me. When we're in the kitchen, I renew his band-aid while David sets the table and fills our plates with spaghetti and pours some more wine in my glass.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Maybe."
"You know that will take more than just that bottle, right."
He laughs. "Tipsy, then."
We eat and we laugh and we talk, but Jake is so worn out that we're already carrying him to bed right after dinner. I turn his little lamp on and give him a kiss on his forehead, but he's already half asleep. Quietly we leave the room and go back downstairs, where we finish the rest of the bottle and laugh and talk some more. We're both tipsy, I a bit more than him, and we end up making out on the couch. It gets steamy, when he picks me up and carries me upstairs. We undress each other and he throws me on the bed. He starts kissing me all over. My neck, my breasts and my stomach and he ends up in a place that makes me lose my breath. Then he's kissing me on my mouth again and he starts go down on me. We're both breathing fast and letting out a little moan every now and then, my fists are clenching the sheets. After a few minutes I feel him tense up and then slow down. He crashes down beside me, his face against mine, holding me.
"Fuck I love you", he whispers and closes his eyes for a second.
"I love you too", I say.
He kisses me and after a few minutes we both fall asleep.