Harriet was worried. Bud was working himself to death; AJ was cranky
because he didn't get to see his father anymore, and then Mac.. She hoped
that Mac was alright.
"Mommy, is Daddy home yet?" AJ's voice rang in her mind.
"No, Daddy's not home yet, AJ."
"When's Daddy coming home?"
"Late, now, do you want me to read you a story?" She picked up her son and headed to his bedroom.
"Yes please."
"Okay." Harriet placed him in his bed and tucked him in. "What was Daddy reading to you?"
"The book of fairy tales Grandma gave me." The child told her clutching the blanket. Harriet picked up the book. 'A World of Fairy Tales collected by Andrew Lang,' she read to herself. She opened the book to the story indicated by the bookmark and began to read.
"The Fairy of Dawn. A story from Pakistan."
"Where's that, Mommy?" AJ interrupted.
"It's in Asia, next to India."
"Oh." AJ settled back into his bed.
"Once upon a time what should happen did happen; and if it had not happened, this tale would never have been told." Harriet stopped and reread it. 'Odd sentence,' she thought. "There was once an emperor, very great and mighty, and he ruled over an empire so large that no one knew where it began and where it ended." Harriet began reading. While she read she admired the beautiful pictures and the marvelous story. She was so engrossed in the story that she didn't realize that her son had fallen asleep. She put the book down and leaned over and kissed his forehead. Then after turning off the light she closed the bedroom door and went to bed.
Usually she would wait for Bud, but there was no telling what time that would be. She got into bed and then leaving the light on, fell asleep.
Harriet was awoken at two in the morning by a noise downstairs. She got up and followed it to the kitchen where she found Bud with an open shirt drinking a glass of milk. She ran her hand down his chest and rested her head against his. "Hi Bud. Did you just get in?"
"Yeah. Harriet, would you do me a favor?" He asked her in the most distraught voice she had ever heard.
"Of coarse, Bud."
"Next time I say I think it's time I get some responsibility, tell me I'm crazy and remind me of all the work I'm doing right now."
Harriet smiled gently and nuzzled her husband's hair. "You're doing fine, and I'm really proud of you."
"Thank you." He got up and put the glass in the dishwasher and then taking Harriet's hand he led her to bed.
"Mommy, is Daddy home yet?" AJ's voice rang in her mind.
"No, Daddy's not home yet, AJ."
"When's Daddy coming home?"
"Late, now, do you want me to read you a story?" She picked up her son and headed to his bedroom.
"Yes please."
"Okay." Harriet placed him in his bed and tucked him in. "What was Daddy reading to you?"
"The book of fairy tales Grandma gave me." The child told her clutching the blanket. Harriet picked up the book. 'A World of Fairy Tales collected by Andrew Lang,' she read to herself. She opened the book to the story indicated by the bookmark and began to read.
"The Fairy of Dawn. A story from Pakistan."
"Where's that, Mommy?" AJ interrupted.
"It's in Asia, next to India."
"Oh." AJ settled back into his bed.
"Once upon a time what should happen did happen; and if it had not happened, this tale would never have been told." Harriet stopped and reread it. 'Odd sentence,' she thought. "There was once an emperor, very great and mighty, and he ruled over an empire so large that no one knew where it began and where it ended." Harriet began reading. While she read she admired the beautiful pictures and the marvelous story. She was so engrossed in the story that she didn't realize that her son had fallen asleep. She put the book down and leaned over and kissed his forehead. Then after turning off the light she closed the bedroom door and went to bed.
Usually she would wait for Bud, but there was no telling what time that would be. She got into bed and then leaving the light on, fell asleep.
Harriet was awoken at two in the morning by a noise downstairs. She got up and followed it to the kitchen where she found Bud with an open shirt drinking a glass of milk. She ran her hand down his chest and rested her head against his. "Hi Bud. Did you just get in?"
"Yeah. Harriet, would you do me a favor?" He asked her in the most distraught voice she had ever heard.
"Of coarse, Bud."
"Next time I say I think it's time I get some responsibility, tell me I'm crazy and remind me of all the work I'm doing right now."
Harriet smiled gently and nuzzled her husband's hair. "You're doing fine, and I'm really proud of you."
"Thank you." He got up and put the glass in the dishwasher and then taking Harriet's hand he led her to bed.