Its very short, and will be updated, at the moment I just dont have that much time.
I don't own anything, I wish i would though ;)
Every time the windshield wiper made the 'squeak' noise on the hardly wet windshield his eye twitched. He looked onto the passenger seat, where he had a bunch of papers and a black Sig Sauer.
He was driving down the 401 highway. It was a rainy night, but Toronto looked as beautiful than ever. The rain would leave a spring fresh smell on the skyscrapers and generally in the concrete jungle.
" Kevin, its raining again." Shelley said looking out their living room window. The girls were already sound asleep.
"Mh, I like rain." Kevin said, not looking up. He was sitting on their dark brown leather coach with big crimson comfy pillows.
" Your eyes have been glued to that book since hours." Shelley watched him, she was actually looking forward to spent some time with her husband...alone.
" It's a good book." Kevin sighed.
"What's it called?" Shelley smiled taking a seat on their window ledge seat. Pulling her knees to her chest smiling.
Kevin looked at her smiling turning the book looking at it's cover. " Trout fishing in America." he said.
Shelley laughed. Kevin smiled watching her laugh, she looked so beautiful as he long blond ponytail bounced on her shoulders as she laughed softly. " You have been reading the book since hours, and you don't know what it is called?"
Kevin smirked. Shelley always made him laugh or smile. " It's not your average book with a straight storyline. It's a book with a storyline in a storyline. Basically it doesn't have a storyline." he smiled walking over to her kissing her softly on the lips. " But what about...I put the book away and we just snuggle up on the couch and count the hours on when Cateriona will wake up." he had this soft smile across his lips again.
Shelley laughed. " I hope, she doesn't wake up. I want her to sleep for at least once." Kevin had gotten up taking her hand, a warm smile appeared on his small lips. "Come on." He whispered softly. He lead her carefully to the couch and they sat down snuggling up close together, both of them clinging wine glasses with a ten year old Shiraz watching the firewood in the fireplace crack softly.
TBC