Word Count: 1286
Summary: They love each other.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Big Bang Theory or the characters.

The days are warmer, the lights are brighter, the world a bit happier. Maybe it was always like this, but I was too sad to notice. But now, with her hand clutched to mine as we walk down the street, the world seems a better place because she's in it.

Whenever I hear the crackling of the fireplace, I don't think of my childhood as I used to do. I don't think back at when my father was away and mother didn't care. Don't think back at how I was practically raised by a sister that is no longer a part of my life. It makes me think of my wife and kids, and how wonderful they are. Makes me smile, because my wife is usually telling some story around the fireplace, and our kids are giggling. Amazing sounds.

When my wife tells me she's going to cook, I laugh. I laugh because our kids make disgusted faces, knowing very well that every time my wife cooks they have to that food. That is until I come home, and I usually bring take-out. She only cooks when she absolutely has to, for example, when I work until late. Although, she makes amazing cakes when I told her that she had to pre-heat the oven. She didn't know that.

Unlike most people, I don't think of diseases or death when I go to the hospital. I think of my children, the day they were born. Or about my godson, when he was born. My godson, my best friend's son. He is an amazing, little baby, just a few months old. My daughter, the oldest of the three of them, she's already in her two digits. She's so proud of her ten years of age. I also remember the other children of our little group, not so little anymore. There's a total of seven children, but in a few months, there will be eight. We need to buy a bigger table to fit everyone!

Even though my wife can't cook, she makes breakfast. That's basically the one thing in the kitchen that she doesn't crew up. Actually, there are two things she doesn't screw up, but that's not an appropriate story for today. Before the children were born, back when we were still at our apartment, breakfast during the weekend would consist on a locked door and a messy kitchen, and it would be over when we wanted. There was no deadline, no timing, no neighbors barging in whenever they wanted. (They learned their lesson the hard way!). Now, since we have kids, there's no more dancing just the two of us, but it's still fun. Even cleaning up after is fun.

Whenever I go to buy a book for me or someone else, I always go through the baby names books. It makes me remember the book I got my wife and me when we couldn't decide on a book. There were so many to choose from, such amazing ones. We ended up going to every friend of ours, one of them even had two kids already – and somehow, they were the ones that least helped. The other told us to leave, and our other couple told us to have more children and put those names in them. That wasn't that easy since our second child was a boy and not a girl. We had to chose other names, it was a mess. The third time around, things were worst, because child number #1 and #2 wanted to help. There was a list three times bigger.

Our house has a different smell on Sunday. Every once in awhile, our family has a sleepy Sunday, consisting on staying inside in our pj's watching movies all day long. Homework is done the previous days, there can't be any tests the next week or anything else that should be prepared. And if there's none of the above to do, there's sleepy Sunday. My wife and I started that when we were still childless and continued with the tradition when our oldest was old enough to do it – so, probably the moment she was born. There are popcorn, juice and ice cream for the non-lactose intolerant – my wife and my oldest daughter. The rest of the family has chocolate cake when it's ice cream time.

I never enjoyed the beach until our oldest daughter was born. When Maya was born we took her to the beach so that she could have the water and the sand on her feet. After hearing her giggles and her running to me – she was already running at the time – calling for me to go to the water with her, I started to like it. I run with them, take them to the water, do everything with them. And I no longer only enjoy the sound of the ocean, I also enjoy being in the water with them.

My wife also packs a sandwich for all of us in the morning – seriously, she's the best, she's like a superwoman, super wife, super mom. (I gave her an apron with that written, she wears it all the time). There's always a note inside, usually, with a have fun, I love you or good luck, I love you. There's always an I love you, even when we're mad at each other. We might be mad, doesn't mean we don't love each other. Especially since she makes my favorite sandwiches when we're mad, even when she's the one that is mad at me. I joke – when we're not mad – that I want to be angry more often since that makes her do me this sandwiches. She always slaps my arm when I say this.

My kids still get nightmares – they're still small, it's normal – so I and my wife usually share our bed with them. They climb to it like it's their own bed, sometimes they don't even wake us up. My middle child, Ryan, when he goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night comes to our bed instead of going to his. It's a habit, he only notices he's in the wrong bed in the morning. He gets so confused, it's adorable. My youngest, Lily, she's the only one that is actually considerate and tells us she had a nightmare and needs to be with us. I know she's usually scared when she shows up, but her face is so cute. They all are.

Since becoming parents, my wife and I don't know what it is like to go to bed after midnight. Or at eleven pm. We go to bed when our children go, so around 9:30. When there's a holiday, they go to bed later, and they are okay at that time. We're not. We usually start to close our eyes, begging to just go home and sleep. Luckily, we live next to each other, so we can basically walk home. When it's new years day, Penny and I are awoken by our friends or kids and we give each other a kiss, yell new year! and close our eyes again. January 1st is a night that I sleep on the couch next to my wife. It has been like this for the last decade.

Life changed since the first time I kissed her lips, since the first time we were both ready to say I love you, since the first time we walked down the street with our hands held together. But even though we have our fights, disagreements and don't always sleep in the same bed, we love each other, we respect each other, and we will do that until death do us part, as we promised over a decade ago.

The End

Something sweet, like I said I would try. It feels weird not to break them up, or kill them. I wanted to write something with a family, but I didn't want to write a full day. So, bits and pieces of several days, and I even named the kids! I tried not to name them like someone else already did, so no Riley, Sophie, or Chris. I used Maya because she already is their child in other two stories and deserves to have both parents alive in at least one story, and the other two were random names that I found online and liked.

That's it for today! :)