Thirty-three

One month. One month to convince my wife we deserve a chance at being a family again. A thrill races down my spine. I feel better, a million times better. El’s approval was the true medication I needed. 

Rejuvenated, I get out of the bed, careful not to wake her. She rolls over to the side I once occupied, her eyelids flutter but her eyes don’t open and I push a pillow closer to her to take my place. A sigh escapes her, she cuddles the pillow. Stifling a laugh, I press a kiss to her temple and exit the room for the girls’.

There’s a bounce in my step as I saunter down the corridor, an excitement in my chest. I misstep a few times but recover. My fist raps on the door of the girls room, on their command, I open up. Sleep clouds their eyes but they are already out of the bed, I cover the distance between us to squat in front of them. 

Their slim arms wrap around my neck, I press kisses to their hair. “Good morning,” they chorus. 

Steering