Inspired by Paparazzi- Lady Gaga
"Virgil… Static, when will you be home?" Asked Daisy, their one-year-old son lying in her arms, snoozing quietly.
"I don't know, Daisy. It could be in twenty minutes or it could be tomorrow." He kissed her forehead at the dejected look she gave him. "I love you Daisy." He flew from the house on his disc.
Daisy walked upstairs and put Jeremiah in his crib then curled up in the suddenly big and empty queen-sized bed she shared with Virgil. There was a picture of her, Frieda, Virgil, and Richie from their teenage years on her bedside table. It seemed like such along time ago, that picture, when in reality, it was only six years. She grabbed it and clutched it to her chest, heavy sobs wracking her chest quietly. She didn't now how long she was their but soon she was sleep.
When she woke up, she was in Virgil's arms, he still half way in his Static uniform. She smiled lovingly but with sadness as she removed the mask that was entangled in his locks. He grunted contently. Her heart swelled with love and pride once again.