Part 1: Deven

 

            This morning isn't unlike any other.  You ignore me, sleeping deeply. I try in my oh so subtle ways to arouse you; already having licked your lips and poked you with an inquisitive toe yet nothing has worked so now I'll have to pull out the big guns.  Quietly, I move over you, making sure to hit the right spots that will burst your beautiful gray eyes open in disoriented agitation.  I know this may grant me a speedy exit from our bed, but it's a plan that I've executed flawlessly over the past five years that we've been together.  This time however, the first pass does not work.  You toss a lazy arm in my general direction and I nonchalantly watch it flop onto the bed and rest there a foot from me.  One must always have a backup plan in such emergencies.  Okay, let's try crinkling a plastic bag; I know noise like that irritates you to no end and you will awake but have no idea why. 

Crinkle

Nothing

A little softer 

Yes!  It worked.  Finally, you're up. 

You reach to me with both hands and cup my face, and I wrinkle my nose at the slightly bad odor coming from the pocket of your mouth but I love you and don't fight it.  You peck me on the forehead and give me an extra nuzzle after, expelling another breath which I really could have done without.  I watch you roll from the bed, happy regardless that you're awake and I follow you lumbering down the hall to the bathroom.  As you piss and lean slightly left, eyes half open, it's all I can do to restrain myself from pouncing on you.  You forget to flush again, and for heaven's sakes woman, the sink was built for a reason, wash your hands. 

Off to the kitchen we go.  As you bend, reaching into the cabinet, you expel a musical tune from your ass that Brahms would have been proud of and I'm happy to be upwind of it.  Despite these flaws, I wouldn't have you any other way. 

I know you won't converse with me yet, it's far too early, and you haven't even started the coffee brewing, so I wait there patiently in the doorframe, gazing at you adoringly. 

Uh oh, I hear the devil's spawn awake and dodge out of the way so that you're her first victim. 

You hug the child, smiling into that unruly blond hair of hers and then ruffle it afterwards like she was a pet. 

 

 

Part 2: Lissa

  

 She returns the playful display of affection with a scrunched upturned face and a small protruding tongue, making you laugh.  What a brat.  

I slowly shake my head as I watch the interaction between mother and child.  The bond runs so deeply inside of you that I sometimes wonder where it all comes from.  But then I smile when I realize that it comes from the place very similar to the one where my love for you is kept. 

You tickle the munchkin and she runs, half screaming - half laughing from the kitchen.  With a chuckling yawn, you continue on with the task at hand and scoop the Jamaican blend dark roast into the filter of the coffee machine. 

“GO . . . GO, Power Rangers . . . Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangerrrrrs!!” 

The television blares the insidious theme song from the living room through the entire house.  You glance toward the direction of the noise through barely focused eyes and croak out something about how our daughter is attempting to deafen the neighborhood.  Then you shrug your shoulders and turn back toward the coffee maker.

Drip . . .

Drip . . .

Drip . . .

The dark brown liquid slowly fills the glass carafe on the machine’s warming tray; only for you the process is a little too slow.  Moving quicker than you have so far this morning, you whip open the cabinet door, snatch a mug off of the bottom shelf and proceed to exchange carafe for mug under the steaming hot stream.  Once the mug is full, you reverse the action with enough speed and accuracy to make “Indiana Jones” jealous.

With mug in hand, you wink at me and head back down the hall.  I know what that means.  Any time you wink at me, you’re in the mood.  So I peak my head into the living room; the she-demon is munching happily on fruit loops straight out of the box, while practicing her karate kicks in tandem with the pink Power Ranger.

I quietly back out of the archway and follow you.  Life really is wonderful, and I smile broadly as you reach around and scratch your ass.

 

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