It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Shem was sixty-five and I was sixty-three and for the first time in forty-six years, we were finally alone. Mila had turned seventeen a week prior and married Abel, Adah and Japheth's son, last night. Shem was not happy to let his last daughter leave, and I had to admit that I felt the same way. Mila was my last baby and I did not want to let her go.
"I cannot believe we are finally alone." Shem said.
We were lying in bed after a long night of intimacy. Once Miriam had left, eleven years ago, leaving us with only three kids, Shem and I had decided to move to a smaller home. It was a nice size and fit five people perfectly.
"I don't know if I like it." I confessed.
"Well it is too late for more children now." Shem said.
"Please, there is no way I would have more children, even if I could." I told him.
"I suppose eleven children is enough." He said jokingly.
"You suppose? You try pushing out eleven kids and tell me how that feels." I replied.
Shem pulled me close and kissed the top of my head as I snuggled into his chest. As much as I loved my children and grandchildren it was nice to finally have time, just Shem and I.