Wonderful life
As she opened her eyes she was dimly aware of something odd. She vaguely remembered lying down on the sofa – needing to relax a bit just before dinner. Now she was in her bed, and the alarm clock was reading nine o'clock in the morning.
There was no sign either of Jane or of the twins in the whole apartment. Finally she discovered a note on the table in the living room:
Good morning, sleepyhead. I hope you enjoyed your beauty sleep. Yesterday evening you surely looked like you could use some. You fell asleep on the sofa, and I couldn't wake you up. Don't worry, the kids and I managed perfectly this night. Now we're going out for a walk, and maybe – if you're good – we'll buy something for your breakfast. I bet you're hungry, since you had no supper…
Love. Patrick
Teresa laughed. Jane knew her so well.
She poured herself a cup of lukewarm tea, then sat on the sofa. Right at that moment she heard the front door opening, and she saw Jane pushing the twins' baby carriage.
"Hi! You finally woke up?"
"No, I'm still sleeping", Teresa joked, as she joined him and welcomed him with a kiss. Then she stooped over the baby carriage.
"Hello, little angels. Did you sleep well with your daddy?"
"Michael didn't want to go to bed", Jane replied, taking the little rascal in his arms. "However in the end we reached an agreement".
"Really? How?"
"Oh, we had a kind of man-to-man talk".
"Man-to-man? Patrick, he's barely a month and a half".
"So what?"
Teresa just shook her head and picked up little Mary.
"What about my breakfast?"
"Here you are", Jane announced triumphantly as he produced a paper bag – from which a delightful smell came.
"Muffins?"
"Blueberry muffins", he pointed out.
Teresa snatched the bag out of his hand, then ensconced herself again on the sofa.
"Do you really mean to eat all of them?", Jane teased her.
"Why not?"
"Don't you think that I deserve at least one?"
"Mm… I don't know". She addressed the baby she had in her arms. "What do you say? Should I give a muffin to your dad?"
Jane smiled. "Have I ever told you you're simply adorable, Teresa?"
"Sometimes. You can always repeat it, if you like".
"Only if you give me my share of the blueberry muffins. After all, I am the one who bought them".
"All right", she finally yielded, offering him the paper bag. "You can have one, that's all".
"Your mother always gets her own way", Jane murmured to his son. "Remember it".