As always, I do not own Ah my Goddess or its characters
Sunday morning…
It was a beautiful day, a lovely Sunday morning, somewhere in Japan. The sun was rising from it slumber in all its brilliance, and the birds were singing in the trees, and the sky was a brilliant blue, and all over the city, people were slowly getting out of bed, some for another day's work, some for some much-needed rest and recreation.
In a certain house, on the outskirts of that city, a youngish-looking Japanese man, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers, slowly opened his eyes, as the sun rays streamed into his bedroom. He lazily lay down in bed for a few minutes, reflecting on how beautiful the day was going to be and then decided to get out of bed…
..only to be held down by a rather soft load.
The soft load was in the form of a beautiful woman with long flowing brown hair, well -proportioned body covered up in a light blue nightgown, whose lovely head was rested on her husband's chest, and who was still fast asleep with a smile on her sweet looking man…her husband…smiled at her as she slept on, and thought for a few minutes how fortunate he was to have such a lovely wife…a lovely goddess …come into his life.
This woman was not just his wife, she was also his best friend, his lover, his partner, his…everything. She would lay down her life for him without being asked, and she would never ever leave him,no matter what force tried to separate was in many ways his rock of support, this lovely woman with the long flowing brown hair, and he loved her as deeply as she loved him.
The man gently extricated himself from his ,well,pleasant load, and left their bedroom, with the intention of going round to check on their children. He first looked in on the other two young ladies of the house in their room. His two princesses were still fast asleep. His elder daughter was sleeping in her bed. She had the same long flowing brown hair and facial features of her mother, including the distinctive blue markings on her forehead and cheeks (as did her siblings) and was dressed in a pink nightie. She was fast asleep holding onto a stuffed blue rabbit….a toy she had had ever since she was young. Her younger sister was asleep too in her own bed, her black hair framing a face very much like her father's with some hint of her mother's features, also holding onto her 'dollie' ,and dressed in a purple nightie. Both of the ladies looked so sweet, sleeping in their beds, with peaceful looks on their faces, and without much of a care in the world. Their father smiled at them, and then left their room to check on their brother in the next room
Their brother slept in his bedroom,his private space free of all girlish influence, with his favorite soccerball not far from his side (he had recently taken up the sport of soccer) and with a rather serious look on his face. He had the same brown hair and features of his older sister (they were twins, after all) with his hair much shorter (he refused to let it grow long much to his mother's disappointment). His room was a bit untidy as usual. The father made a mental note to tell his son to tidy up his room again…when he woke up. But for now, he looked proudly at his son, who was in many ways a close comrade of his…he did feel close to all his children, and did not play favorites, but it did feel good to have another man in the house…especially when his wife's sisters and female friends came to visit.
The father returned to the bedroom he shared with his wife, to see her sitting up in bed looking at the window and with the sun now fully up…lighting up a room filled with a lot of simple furnishings, and a few mementos of their days together in their previous place of residence, a temple with the name signifying hope. The father looked at the wife and the mother of his children for a moment, the young looking woman with the long flowing brown hair, thinking how beautiful she looked , like she always did, this morning. She turned around and looked at him with her deep blue eyes, filled with love and gentle longing, and happiness too, and smiled at the man who had in many ways made her happy and content. The mortal who had won her heart.
They looked at each other with deep love and affection for what seemed like an eternity, then the woman said, tenderly, calling him the way she always did, even after some seventeen years of marriage…
Keiichi-san
And the man responded, as always, with tenderness in his voice.
Belldandy.
This piece of soft fluff was brought to you by a night of insomnia. Anyway...I have no regrets!