Songs & Fire [Brett and Casey]

A Sunday Kind Of Love - #29

(68) Challenge: Day 29 - 12/29/19

Song: A Sunday Kind Of Love by Etta James

I want a Sunday kind of love

A love to last past Saturday night

And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight

And I want a Sunday kind of love

Oh yea yea

I want a a love that's on the square

Can't seem to find somebody

Someone to care

And I'm on a lonely road that leads to no where

I need a Sunday kind of love

Brett smiled as she opened her eyes. It was so early that she had beat the sun up.

"Why are you up?" Asked a very sleepy Casey as he continued to tightly hold his wife and try to drift to sleep.

"I felt you slip back into bed. How's Emma?"

Casey smiled thinking about their six-month-old that just wanted her father to hold her less than five minutes ago, "She's fine. Just a morning person like her mother."

Brett snickered at that before she turned to her husband and whispered, "You know what today is, right?"

Casey smirked and decided that since he was already awake, why not play with his wife a little, "It's Sunday."

"Yeah, but what Sunday."

"Sunday, the Fourth of June."

Brett let out an exaggerated sigh, "Casey, why is today important?"

"Ohhh, it's important because it's Sunday the Fourth of June and neither of us have to work."

"Casey!" Casey carefully yelled so she wouldn't wake up their sleeping baby.

Casey laughed before he wrapped his arm tighter around his wife, "Babe, I know what today it. It's our fifth wedding anniversary."

"I can't believe it's been five years. It feels like it was just yesterday."

"Tell me about it." Muttered Casey before he closed his eyes and let sleep finally pull him back into her arms.

I do my Sunday dreaming, oh yea

And all my Sunday scheming

Every minute, every hour, every day

Oh I'm hoping to discover

A certain kind of lover

Who will show me the way

Chief Boden looked at the two people in front of him who were madly in love and smiled, "Matt, do you take Sylvie to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part."

Casey looked at Brett and smiled, "I do."

"Sylvie, do you take Matt to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part."

"I do." Whispered Brett before she wiped at the tears that were starting to slide down her beautiful ivory face.

Both were so excited to be husband and wife when Chief Boden announced that Casey could kiss his bride he swept her in his arms, dipped her, and kissed the breath out of her.

It was definitely a day that neither of them would ever forget until they left this earth.

And my arms need someone

Someone to enfold

To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold

Love for all my life to have and to hold

Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love

Oh yea yea yea

Casey woke back up a couple of hours later. Though it wasn't his choice to wake, the babysitting on top of his torso forced him out of his dream-filled sleep.

"Good morning, pretty girl." Cooed Casey as he reached up and got his baby girl.

Brett smiled beside her husband and daughter, "She's been waiting for you to wake up for about thirty minutes now."

Casey smiled at his beautiful daughter, "She just wanted to snuggle with daddy, didn't you baby girl?"

Brett laughed as she watched the two of them interact.

"Hey, did you make a mess? That's not the onesie I put you in last night?"

Brett shook her head, "No, I had to change her, but look at the onesie I got her the other day."

"Let's see, baby girl." Whispered Casey as he lifted his little girl and looked at what she had on.

Brett sat there and held her breath as she watched her husband.

Casey started at the piece of clothing then quickly looked back at his wife, "Wait, big sister? Brett, are you pregnant."

"Yep," Laughed Brett as Casey quickly sat Emma in the middle of them then grabbed his wife and kissed her.

"I love you." Whispered Brett as she got teary-eyed thinking about how happy they are.

Casey smiled, "I love you and Sundays."

I don't want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday

Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea

I want a Sunday Sunday

I want a Sunday kind of love

Oh yea

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of love