AUTHOR'S NOTE -Well, here's a little story that came to my head today, as I was waiting in the hair-saloon. It is not beta'd and all mistakes are mine (at least a own them. =.=)
Jibbs stories keep popping up in my mind constantly nowadays. Sadly, tomorrow I'm moving to the other town (my college starts next week) and I won't have Internet connection for a month or so, so no new stories till then. I will, however, use any opportunity I get to use Internet, to come here and read what you guy have written. And I will write a lot, so when I finally do get Internet, I'll put the stories up.
SPECIAL THANKS - to everybody who reviewed, favorit-ed or even read my last story. I never knew reviews can make your day. xD
DISCLAIMER - Nope. Nothing yet. Someday, however...nope. Probably not even then. *rolls her eyes*
ENJOY!!
A warm summer evening.
A couple sitting on the bench next to the playground.
She looks up, her red locks flying around on the gentle breeze, her green eyes looking up to a man besides her, giving him loving look.
He looks at her for a moment, pulling her closer, entwining his fingers with hers, smile playing on his face as he puts a gentle kiss in her hair.
His blue eyes then find a little four-year old girl swinging back and forth. Her hair is deep auburn, up in a high ponytail, and her eyes are the darkest shade of blue, filled with playfulness and happiness.
"Ava, honey, come here. We're going home," – the woman calls after several minutes.
But the girl continues on her swinging, not even looking at her parents.
The couple slowly gets up of the bench.
"Ava Elizabeth Gibbs, if you do not come here this instant, there will be no bedtime story tonight".
"I'm coming, Daddy!" – She cries out, hopping off the swing and running to her father's arms.
"Come here, baby girl," – he says, hugging her close to him and giving her a kiss on a cheek.
She snuggles up to his neck, putting her hands around it as she did so. The woman is standing next to them, watching a scene taking place in front of her. She feels so happy she could cry.
The man comes up to her, one hand around his daughter and the other one hugging his wife close to him.
As they walk away, they are a picture of pure perfection.
- THE END -