James stood in the doorway and silently watched his wife. She sat on a chair by the fire, their tiny child in her arms. The firelight made her red hair glow and her eyes sparkle. She had never looked more beautiful than she did now. James listened as she hummed softly, an enchanting, haunting melody that brought tears to his eyes.
She stopped humming and lifted her head to gaze into the flames.
James walked to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him.
"It's perfect," she said quietly. "This is perfect. It's perfection." James said nothing, only smiled down at her. She smiled back, the dancing flames reflected in her emerald eyes.
James closed his eyes and turned away, unable to stop the tears from running down his face. He could not bring himself to say it. He could not tell her that this was their last moment of perfection.