I was laying on the floor, looking up at my roof, thinking about the past couple of years, more specifically the summer I met my husband.
I got pulled out from my daydream when I heard my baby girl crying. I went up from the floor and the soft carpet my mom bought me last Christmas, I went downstairs and in to my baby's room. It was bright when the sun shined on the baby blue walls onto her little closet. Murphy and I decided to paint the room with light colors so it wouldn't get dark and scary at night, but maybe it was too bright now.
I walked up to the crib and picked up my beautiful baby and laid her in my arms, which comforted her immediately.
"Are you okey honey?" John asked when he looked in to the room.
"We're all good, isn't that right sweetie" I said looking down at my daughter who had already fallen asleep again.
"That's my girls" He smiled and walked up to us, as quietly as he could.
"I was thinking about when we first met" I said looking at my man.
"Again? Isn't that the third time this month, you don't think about the same things that often, are you sure you're okey?" He then responded. Murphy knew that I like to lay on the floor listen to some music and let my mind float away. I usually tell him what my mind showed me and he was right, I usually don't think about the same things that often.
"John really! I'm fine!" I said a little to loud, almost waking my baby up.
"Okey I believe you" He whispered laying a hand on my shoulder and the other one on his daughter's forehead.
"I don't know why I'm thinking about it so much, probably because it was the best summer of my life" I smiled at him.
"Yeah?" He said with his hot smirking face.
"Don't push me" I said smirking back.
"God, I love you" He said, bending forward to kiss me. I responded, in that moment, we truly felt like a real family.