I don't own any UC characters; they all belong to Shane Salerno and
company. Other characters are of my own imagination.
It was late when Frank pulled his black 300m into the garage. He shut off the engine and lights and sat back and let out an exhausted sigh. He got out of the car and quietly made his way into the dark house. He kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat in what she liked to call the "mud room." He laughed every time she called it that, and found himself smiling just thinking about her. He shook his head and entered the adjacent family room.
It too was mostly dark, only a small amount of light from the back porch light shown through. Toys and books littered the floor. He found himself smiling again at the sight. He made his way through the adjoining kitchen, where dishes from that night where piled on the counter. Frank finally made his way up the staircase in the front of the house to his bedroom.
Slowly and quietly he opened the door, so not to wake her. He made his way over to the dresser and began to change his clothes. He traded his work attire for a pair of grey sweatpants. Frank paused for a moment when the picture on the dresser caught his eye. It was of all of them taken on his daughter's birthday, just months before. They were all behind the cake, with a big number 2 candle on it. The little girl wore one of those cone party hats; she insisted they had to have them. Her older brother had put his arm around his sister giving her a slight squeeze. Then there was his wife. She was next to the little boy with that beautiful smile that Frank had fallen in love with.
He turned and faced the bed. She was sound asleep, curled up on her side, snuggled underneath the comforter. He smiled thinking about how she always seemed to be cold and underneath a blanket; the moon shown in the room to give just enough light to illuminate her face. She was an angel, his angel. He didn't know what he did to deserve her, and was thankful for everyday she was in his life. Her dark curls spread across the white pillow. Quietly, Frank slipped into bed beside her. He traced the side of her face with his hand, and softly kissed her forehead before finally closing his eyes.
It was late when Frank pulled his black 300m into the garage. He shut off the engine and lights and sat back and let out an exhausted sigh. He got out of the car and quietly made his way into the dark house. He kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat in what she liked to call the "mud room." He laughed every time she called it that, and found himself smiling just thinking about her. He shook his head and entered the adjacent family room.
It too was mostly dark, only a small amount of light from the back porch light shown through. Toys and books littered the floor. He found himself smiling again at the sight. He made his way through the adjoining kitchen, where dishes from that night where piled on the counter. Frank finally made his way up the staircase in the front of the house to his bedroom.
Slowly and quietly he opened the door, so not to wake her. He made his way over to the dresser and began to change his clothes. He traded his work attire for a pair of grey sweatpants. Frank paused for a moment when the picture on the dresser caught his eye. It was of all of them taken on his daughter's birthday, just months before. They were all behind the cake, with a big number 2 candle on it. The little girl wore one of those cone party hats; she insisted they had to have them. Her older brother had put his arm around his sister giving her a slight squeeze. Then there was his wife. She was next to the little boy with that beautiful smile that Frank had fallen in love with.
He turned and faced the bed. She was sound asleep, curled up on her side, snuggled underneath the comforter. He smiled thinking about how she always seemed to be cold and underneath a blanket; the moon shown in the room to give just enough light to illuminate her face. She was an angel, his angel. He didn't know what he did to deserve her, and was thankful for everyday she was in his life. Her dark curls spread across the white pillow. Quietly, Frank slipped into bed beside her. He traced the side of her face with his hand, and softly kissed her forehead before finally closing his eyes.