The old floorboards squeaked as I carefully crept down the stairs.
It had been a horrible day at the office. Mr. Yang shouted at me about how he could have done the project so much better. Yeah, right.
As I reached the foot of the stairs, I surveyed the kitchen. Neatly sized pots with their respectable lids were neatly placed next to the dishwasher, and the cupboards shone with cleaning products.
One of the advantages of having a germaphobe wife was never having a speck of dust in sight. However, I noticed the closet hall had a note taped on it, reading, "Get more cleaner".
I sighed, and moved toward the freezer door.
Since we live on our own, my wife insisted on having a gigantic freezer, in order to store all of our leftovers. Why she thought freezers were for leftovers, I didn't know.
I opened the freezer door, and started rummaging through, looking for something to sooth my nerves.
A small pink label caught my eye. Tucked in the back was a small cup of razzberry ice cream, begging for me to lick it clean.
I reached into the freezer, and reached by hand towards the food of the gods.
Suddenly, a knock came from the door.
I pulled myself out of the freezer, and walked to the door, taking my time.
What do you want?" I grumbled, opening the door.
No one. Instead, a small blue bundle of cloth was placed at the foot of the door.
I picked it up, and almost dropped it.
Inside, a little infant slept, cute as a baby could ever be.
The boy's eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his bright orange eyes, and gave me a small smile.
I loved him already.