Three plus one makes four
Tom sighed as he got up out of bed. It was seven a clock in the morning, and Tom had to be at the chapel at eight, before going onto collage at nine thirty.
He looked up from the mirror in the bathroom as he shaved. He was dressed in only a white fluffy towel around his waist. His hair was wet and slicked back.
He watched as Jackie got ready for another day at the court house. Her shoulder length fiery red curls bounced in her face as she bent over, to smooth out her nylon skin coloured stockings.
Tom had discovered after a year of being married that his lovely wife was a natural red head and a fiery one at that. She had allowed her hair to grow to her shoulders, and allowed her natural curls to have full control.
Tom thought she looked beautiful, as she smoothed out none existent wrinkles in her dark coral skirt.
Then she did the same with her white blouse and matching suit jacket.
She looked up just as she was slipping into her black heeled shoes. She sensed she was being watched and rightly so. She grinned knowingly, knowing how he loved to watch her get dressed, and undress even more so.
Jackie frowned when she suddenly felt something sticky inside of her left shoe and also her right as well. She grimaced and quickly slipped out them.
She silently fumed when she realised her feet were sticking to the inside of her shoes. She felt her nylons snagging.
She mentally cursed her four year old son, she knew he was responsible, it wouldn't have been the first time and it wouldn't be the last time he'd pranked her, she knew that for certain.
She forcibly removed her shoes when she realised merely slipping them off was not an option. She swore when the feet of her nylons shredded loudly.
Tom looked into the bedroom from the bathroom when he heard the sound of his wife cursing and something ripping loudly. He took one look and had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek, to prevent his laughter from escaping.
It was obvious to Tom that Will had filled his mother's shoes full of golden syrup. It had dried over night, naturally leaving a hard and sticky mess for his mother to contend with the next morning.
Jackie hadn't bothered to check, seeing as she wasn't expecting her shoes to be full of sticky and hardened golden syrup, it was not a every day occurrence, it was the first time he had touched her shoes.
Usually he left her drawings on the bathroom mirror with her lip stick. Or put her bra in the freezer. He was terribly mischievous for a four year old. Jackie swore it was Doug who was teaching him such undesirable antics.
Tom was just turning off the tap and wiping his face with a hand towel, when he realised it was far too quite, his wife to be more precise was far too quite considering the little surprise, that Will had left for her.
He entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his neck. He paused in the door way when he noticed Jackie was holding what appeared to be a photo graph. She was smiling sadly.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him so her back was resting against his chest. He looked over her shoulder; it was then his turn to smile sadly.
It was a picture taken on their wedding day. In the picture Jackie and Dorothy were standing close together, beaming smiles on their faces as they smiled for the camera.
Dorothy had been killed over a year and a half ago. She had been at the bank making a withdrawal when the bank had been held up by bank robbers, in clown masks. She had been caught in the cross fire, and she had been gunned down.
Doug had been a mess for a while after wards. She may not have been the love of his life, but he like Tom when Amy had been killed in a similar fashion, had been messed up by it. She had been his girl friend on and off since high school.
Jackie swallowed the lump in her throat and bit back the on coming tears. She whispered "I miss her Tom, I miss her so much. I wish she was here to see Will growing up."
Tom kissed her jaw gently and whispered back against her ear "I know you do love, but Dorothy wouldn't want you to feel this way every time you look at a photo of her, or are reminded of her."
Tom tried to lighten the mood a little by joking. "Love you might want to find another pair of shoes to wear to work, and this time look inside of them for little surprises from our son before you put them on."
This earned a watery chuckled from his wife "that mischievous little swine. I've said it before, and I don't care how much or how he denies it, it is Doug who had taught him how to torture me."
Tom chuckled before kissing her affectionately on the ear and nip her lobe before pulling away to get dressed. He continued to quietly chuckle as he walked over to the wardrobe and draws.
While he was getting ready, Jackie removed her nylons and replaced them with a fresh and undamaged pair. She then picked up her spare stilettos. She made a mental note to buy a new pair that week end.
Once she was dressed and wearing nylons that weren't ripped and stilettos that were not caked inside with dried and hardened golden syrup. She tamed her hair, so the curls were gentle waves; she then placed it in a pony tail.
Lastly she touched up her make up and checked for smears, when she was satisfied; she went and woke Will up, for school. She would drop him off on the way to work.