A man no older then 40 shoved his key into the keyhole creating a racket as he tried to unlock the door. The home had an overwhelming sent of chicken and bread and the mans children ran down the steps.
“DADDY!” The boy about 5 yelled at his father.
“Ah good day young sir.” The father said with a joking smile.
“DAD!” The oldest, no older the 8 yelled at her father as she engulfed him in a hug. The father smelt of fresh paper and ink of which the girl adored the sent of.
Then the mother of the two, prettier then a flower, descended the stair way holding a baby.
“Your going to get them all wound up before supper.” She scolded.
“Well then I suppose they’ll sleep well won’t they?” The father spoke with a chuckle as he walked towards his wife. He kissed her cheek as he looked over the young girl she held in her arms. He felt a sense of protection over his children a familiar feeling that he had remembered from years before.
“I don’t look fat in this dress do I” The wife spoke.
“You look beautiful, as close to perfection as a woman can get” he said
“This is why I love you” she spoke looking into his eyes. He bent over her dress careful to ignore there child as he planted a kiss on her lips.
“Ewwww” the young boy said and the father broke the kiss looking at the boy.
“What I can’t kiss my beautiful wife?” He said
After much hardship his scarlet finally loved him back, she loved him more then she had ever loved her Ashley. She loved him, and him alone and the husband smiled walking to the table.