1"When is daddy coming home?" the little girl asked of her mother as they both climbed the stairs of the foyer to the upper level of their house.
"As soon as supper is done," her mother said with a smile. As soon as the words escaped her lips the dinner bell rang and the front door blew open. A tall slender man, with jet black hair and wide eyes, entered and forced the door closed against the harsh Autumn wind.
"Daddy!" the girl shouted and ran down the stairs again. She jumped in his arms and said "I'm glad you're home! I've been waiting all day!"
"Oh yeah," he said sweetly, "waiting for what?"
"For you to come home so I can show you!" she jumped out of his arms.
"What do you want to show me?" he allowed her to pull him to the piano bench and sat down next to her.
"I can play the piano!" she pushed a couple of keys with her small fingers "See?"
"Emily that's great:" he said pretending to be astonished while pulling the 7 year old on to his lap. "And you didn't even take any lessons either!"
"Yes I did," she giggled , "I watched you."
The woman was now standing at the bottom of the stairs as her husband played a tune. She smiled to herself as the song unraveled.
When he had finished, he set the child on her feet and walked over to the woman.
"Thank goodness you're home, Victor," she said taking her husbands coat and hanging it up, it smelt faintly of fish, " I was beginning to worry. It looks like a big storm is coming our way."
"Well, yes," he said adjusting his tie, "but, I think it'll blow over, no damage I hope." he then glanced at his wife and noticed that she looked concerned. "Victoria, I'm okay though, don't worry, I'm fine."
"If you're sure..." she said skeptically,
"I'm sure," Victor took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze . "I won't ever let anything happen, I promise."
Victoria smiled up at him, and together, hand in hand, they followed Emily to the dining room where their supper was waiting for them