A/N:Hee hee, I got bored. This is the kinda stuff ya get when you don't keep Devilish Diva busy!!!
Disclaimer:*yawn* Nope. Digimon ain't mine. Believe me. If I owned Digimon, I wouldn't let Malfoy(aka Nimoy) ruin the second season, and I wouldn't let Digimon end with less than 3000000000000000000000 million episodes per season.
He woke up with a start. It was early mroning or late night outside, he could tell by the darkness flowing through the parted drapes. He looked over to the clock. 1:03 A.M. the large red digital letters read. He sighed and looked to the girl beside him, who was still peacefully sleeing. He stroked her hair, and she snuggled up to his bare to chest.
He had the distinct feeling he was being watched. He tried to shrug it off, saying to himself he was getting his long lost paranoia back. He listened to his house settling, his youngest son's soft snoring in the crib by his bed. He reflected on yesterday's events. is oldest son Joleb, had gotten offered a postion in Odessy of The Mind, his youngest, Joshua, had said his first sentence today. "Momma, Daddy's eating the desert for the companwe!" He chuckled. Joshua had a lisp. His hand was still a bit sore from where his wife had hit him with her wisk. But, he really couldn't help himself! His wife was a wonderful cook, in fact, she even had her own cooking show. He licked his lips in memory of the taste of the food.
Yawning he closed his eyes. "Goodnight Gomamon." I heard him say. "Goodnight Joe." I answered.
Disclaimer:*yawn* Nope. Digimon ain't mine. Believe me. If I owned Digimon, I wouldn't let Malfoy(aka Nimoy) ruin the second season, and I wouldn't let Digimon end with less than 3000000000000000000000 million episodes per season.
He woke up with a start. It was early mroning or late night outside, he could tell by the darkness flowing through the parted drapes. He looked over to the clock. 1:03 A.M. the large red digital letters read. He sighed and looked to the girl beside him, who was still peacefully sleeing. He stroked her hair, and she snuggled up to his bare to chest.
He had the distinct feeling he was being watched. He tried to shrug it off, saying to himself he was getting his long lost paranoia back. He listened to his house settling, his youngest son's soft snoring in the crib by his bed. He reflected on yesterday's events. is oldest son Joleb, had gotten offered a postion in Odessy of The Mind, his youngest, Joshua, had said his first sentence today. "Momma, Daddy's eating the desert for the companwe!" He chuckled. Joshua had a lisp. His hand was still a bit sore from where his wife had hit him with her wisk. But, he really couldn't help himself! His wife was a wonderful cook, in fact, she even had her own cooking show. He licked his lips in memory of the taste of the food.
Yawning he closed his eyes. "Goodnight Gomamon." I heard him say. "Goodnight Joe." I answered.