Adventure of a Lifetime
Perfect Life
Christian scribbled furiously on the piece of paper in front of him. He leaned foward so he could reach it better on the table.
'Ow!' He leaned back to see Satine glaring at him. She had been resting her head on his lap and had just been squashed.
'Sorry hon. Are you hurt?'
'Yes. Here.' She pointed.
'Well then, I'll just have to kiss it better.' Christian said, leaning in and kissing her on the lips. He drew back. 'Feel better?'
'No.' Satine smiled, pulling him back to her.
It was a Friday morning and neither Satine or Christian worked. They both were part time workers with Christian working at a publisher's on Monday and Wednesday and Satine working at the nursery that was situated down the road. Saturday and Sunday were their two days to spend with their daughters as a family and Friday was Christian and Satine's day to themselves. Whilst Ashleigh was at school Skye would go and spend the day with Mrs Nugent, an elderly lady over the road.
After a few moments of laying on Christian's lap Satine moved into a sitting position. She read what Christian was writing and snatched it away.
'Hey!' He cried indignantly.
'No work, remember? This is supposed to be our day together.'
'You're right.' Christian agreed. He shuffled the papers together and placed them in a neat pile on the table. 'Come 'ere.' He held his arms out and she lay back down. He gently began stroking her hair.
'So, what have you get planned for me today?'
'Excuse me? Why do I have to decide?'
'Because you're the husband and that is their job. Satine knelt up and grinned at Christian.
'Oh yea and what is the wife's job?'
'Doing this when they make really good decisions.' She leant in and kissed him, pushing him back onto the sofa in the process. He wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her back as they kissed. After a few moments he reluctantly let her go.
'As it happens I have made some plans.' He said as he sat them both back up.
'Are they good ones?'
'The best. I was thinking we could get Cook to make us some sandwiches and we can go on a romantic picnic to the park.'
'You definitely come up with the best ideas, dear.' Satine said, kissing him once more. Christian grinned at his wife who smiled back her eyes shining with happiness.
'Honey?' Satine said, gently shaking her husband's sleeping form. He was sprawled out on the grass next to her, his head resting on her knee and his mouth slightly open. Satine thought he looked absolutely adorable and gently stroked his hair off his face. Christian twitched and shook his head. Satine giggled and Christian opened his eyes.
'Was that you?' He groaned, sitting up.
'Yes. Did I wake you?'
'Yes but I don't mind since it was you.'
'I was waking you up to tell you it's time to go and pick Ashleigh up from school.' Satine stood up and held her hand out to Christian who took it and heaved himself up. He picked up the picnic basket with his left hand and put his other arm around Satine. They slowly walked out of the park and to their daughter's school.
They had been waiting outside in the playground for twenty minutes. The bell had rung about ten minutes earlier. Most of the children had left and it was just the stragglers left behind.
'Isn't Ashleigh normally one of the first out?' Christian asked.
'Normally.' Satine agreed. 'Except when it's art. She has to be a perfectionist.'
'Like someone else I know.' Christian grinned at Satine who looked indignant.
'I'll go and see where she is.' Satine walked over to the small building and entered through a door. Ashleigh's teacher, a small plump woman with blonde hair, was tidying up some paper.
'Hello, Mrs Helington.'
'Hello, Ms Giles. Is my daughter still doing her art work?'
'No.'
'Where is she then?'
'She's gone.'
'Excuse me?'
'Your brother came to pick her up.' Ms Giles, who had been concentrating on tidying, turned around. 'Are you all right?' She asked when she noticed that Satine's face had become three shades lighter.
'I don't have a brother.' She whispered.
Christian scribbled furiously on the piece of paper in front of him. He leaned foward so he could reach it better on the table.
'Ow!' He leaned back to see Satine glaring at him. She had been resting her head on his lap and had just been squashed.
'Sorry hon. Are you hurt?'
'Yes. Here.' She pointed.
'Well then, I'll just have to kiss it better.' Christian said, leaning in and kissing her on the lips. He drew back. 'Feel better?'
'No.' Satine smiled, pulling him back to her.
It was a Friday morning and neither Satine or Christian worked. They both were part time workers with Christian working at a publisher's on Monday and Wednesday and Satine working at the nursery that was situated down the road. Saturday and Sunday were their two days to spend with their daughters as a family and Friday was Christian and Satine's day to themselves. Whilst Ashleigh was at school Skye would go and spend the day with Mrs Nugent, an elderly lady over the road.
After a few moments of laying on Christian's lap Satine moved into a sitting position. She read what Christian was writing and snatched it away.
'Hey!' He cried indignantly.
'No work, remember? This is supposed to be our day together.'
'You're right.' Christian agreed. He shuffled the papers together and placed them in a neat pile on the table. 'Come 'ere.' He held his arms out and she lay back down. He gently began stroking her hair.
'So, what have you get planned for me today?'
'Excuse me? Why do I have to decide?'
'Because you're the husband and that is their job. Satine knelt up and grinned at Christian.
'Oh yea and what is the wife's job?'
'Doing this when they make really good decisions.' She leant in and kissed him, pushing him back onto the sofa in the process. He wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her back as they kissed. After a few moments he reluctantly let her go.
'As it happens I have made some plans.' He said as he sat them both back up.
'Are they good ones?'
'The best. I was thinking we could get Cook to make us some sandwiches and we can go on a romantic picnic to the park.'
'You definitely come up with the best ideas, dear.' Satine said, kissing him once more. Christian grinned at his wife who smiled back her eyes shining with happiness.
'Honey?' Satine said, gently shaking her husband's sleeping form. He was sprawled out on the grass next to her, his head resting on her knee and his mouth slightly open. Satine thought he looked absolutely adorable and gently stroked his hair off his face. Christian twitched and shook his head. Satine giggled and Christian opened his eyes.
'Was that you?' He groaned, sitting up.
'Yes. Did I wake you?'
'Yes but I don't mind since it was you.'
'I was waking you up to tell you it's time to go and pick Ashleigh up from school.' Satine stood up and held her hand out to Christian who took it and heaved himself up. He picked up the picnic basket with his left hand and put his other arm around Satine. They slowly walked out of the park and to their daughter's school.
They had been waiting outside in the playground for twenty minutes. The bell had rung about ten minutes earlier. Most of the children had left and it was just the stragglers left behind.
'Isn't Ashleigh normally one of the first out?' Christian asked.
'Normally.' Satine agreed. 'Except when it's art. She has to be a perfectionist.'
'Like someone else I know.' Christian grinned at Satine who looked indignant.
'I'll go and see where she is.' Satine walked over to the small building and entered through a door. Ashleigh's teacher, a small plump woman with blonde hair, was tidying up some paper.
'Hello, Mrs Helington.'
'Hello, Ms Giles. Is my daughter still doing her art work?'
'No.'
'Where is she then?'
'She's gone.'
'Excuse me?'
'Your brother came to pick her up.' Ms Giles, who had been concentrating on tidying, turned around. 'Are you all right?' She asked when she noticed that Satine's face had become three shades lighter.
'I don't have a brother.' She whispered.