Fan Fiction |
by distant origin
:: yet another two years later ::
I was still rubbing my eyes when I heard a beautiful voice singing. It was coming from the kitchen. I smiled as I got out of bed, put on my robe, and walked out of the bedroom of my apartment. I walked into the kitchen and saw my beautiful wife, standing over the counter, with her back to me. I smiled as I walked towards her and started singing along when I was right behind her.
She leaned into me. "Good morning," she greeted, as she looked up and kissed my cheek.
"Good morning," I said, wrapping my arms around her face. "It smells really good," I told her, leaning closer.
"Oh, you mean the coffee?" she said, raising her arm to show me the pitcher of coffee that she apparently, had just made.
I nodded and started to nuzzle her neck. "It's so great, waking up and hearing you sing."
She chuckled, but moved her neck. "You're making me lose my balance," she said, starting to pull away. But I held her tighter. "Seriously," she said, moving her feet. "Or I might spill this coffee all over you."
"Nothing you haven't done before," I said, chuckling, but letting her go as well. I walked towards the dining table and sat down. "I'm really glad you had, though."
She turned to look at me and smiled. "So am I," she said, walking towards the table as well.
I took her other hand, the one without the coffee pitcher in it, and let my fingers intertwine with hers. I squeezed it, just to let her know how much I loved her.
She smiled, as she squeezed my hand as well. I knew that we understood each other, even without saying any words.
"So," I started, letting go of her hand and reaching for my mug on the table. "Why don't you pour me a cup?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
And my wife, whom I had met four years ago, in the coffee shop I used to avoid like hell, but now frequented with her, smiled in the same way she did that time when I was the one who 'accidentally' poured coffee all over her, that still made my knees tremble even if we'd been married for over two months, after dating for two years, happily obliged, and poured coffee into my cup--not onto myself.
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11.19.03
11:54 am