Hello everyone, back for another round. My deepest congratulations to TeenageMouse (this universe?;p), and Gothic-Romantic 99 for correctly guessing the previous chapter- I Want to Know What Love Is by Foreigner. Cookies for all!
Just a note on things, as I have taken a few requests: If you have a song or idea you would like written, please feel free to ask me. I may not get to them all, but I always appreciate suggestions and will try to integrate them in some way. I'm open to any type of music, but am limited to what I've heard and can get my hands on. I'll do about any pairing, but please no slash. That turns my stomach and I'm really not interested in writing or reading it. No offense to slash fans.
And now, onward to the story!
He laid silently in bed, listening to his wife breathing beside him. She snorted unattractively and rolled over, a goofy grin splayed across her lips. He reached over a gentle hand and brushed some of her silver hair away from her eyes, which twitched in the midst of a dream.
Thankfully, the years had been kind to both of them. Even at their advanced age, they usually felt young and spry. He prayed for a few more years for the two of them to spend together, but knew it would probably be soon that they were separated. Every moment they had left together was all the more a treasure for that reason.
He fought off sleep like a grumpy child, forcing his eyes back open. For some reason he didn't want to fall asleep. With his wife slumbering next to him, he felt perfectly relaxed. He glanced across at her once again and watched the moonlight glitter against her hair. He almost felt a sense of regret that she had long since given up those wonderful pigtails that she used to be so famous for. Her bows, too, that he had long ago admired, disappeared with the advent of adulthood. Some days, he felt a sense of regret for the little girl that she had been, but nothing was as sweet as her presence there next to him.
She murmured a bit in her dreams, and he wondered what she was seeing. Her complaints soon ceased and he pulled her close, thanking the stars above that he had finally seen through her petty teasing as a child and found the love of his life. The moment was perfect, something he wanted to last forever. Even if they were both to die right then and there, he would be happy. He relaxed, kissed her eyes, and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
The next morning, the sound of a slamming door tore him out of his dreams. Arnold stood there in the doorway, staring goggle-eyed at his grandparents.
"Sorry." He said, sheepishly, before backing out of the door. Phil chuckled, watching his embarrassed grandson leave. When the door closed again, he rolled over and pulled Gertie closer to him, smiling as she wrapped an arm around her husband. Their final days were coming, but he knew that he wouldn't miss a single moment until then.
Sorry this one is so short. There's not enough dialogue that I could make out of this song. Hope you all enjoy! Remember to review with guesses, suggestions ,or just comments!