Fires of Love

The door slammed with a loud bang. I was standing at the kitchen sink as a fiery red headed green eyed woman stormed in.

"I can't stand the men i come in contact with. All they think of me is a sex object!", she screamed at me. she had obviously had a bad day at work.

I walked over and looked at her with love and wrapped my muscular arms around her waist.

" I can't help that the men only think with one of the two brains they have and most of the time it's the wrong one.", i said. I pulled away and her a quick peck on the nose.

I looked in the reflection of the steel refrigerator at myself. I looked a mess. My shirt was covered in water from cleaning up the breakfast dishes and bottles. My hair was disheveled and I had dark bags under my eyes.

Just then we heard a squawk come from the living room. Our son Brice had just awoken from his evening nap. Shelah walked into the living room at lifted him from the playpen he was sleeping in.

"Were you a good boy today for daddy?", she cooed at him. I looked at her with loving eyes. Shelah was the best wife and mother. She was still beautiful despite only six months ago she gave birth to our beautiful son.

He had light red curly hair and fierce green eyes just like his mother. I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful baby. "He was an angel just like you," I said. She looked at me and smiled. At least she could find some happiness to a bad day.

The tv was playing Sparkles the Unicorn and was sing and dancing. Brice heard the music and began to wiggles and giggle. Shelah sat Brice back down into the playpen and curled up on the couch to relax.

I joined her and wrapped my arms around her and snuggled with her and thought about the woman i had met 3 years ago.

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