SATURDAY MORNING

Soft sun rays filtered in through the plantation shutters and Larry's eyes fluttered open. He was awake. He looked straight up at the ceiling and was forced to look at the swathes of see-through fabric that covered the posts of the king size canopy bed his wife called her "Princess bed".

He sighed and turned his head to look at his sleeping wife. She lay there beside him, eyes closed, lips slightly apart. The sun's rays lit up her face and she glowed in the early morning light. He kissed her gently on her forehead. Her eyes remained closed but her lips broadened in a bright smile.

"Hey, baby." she said, in a soft, husky voice that made him melt.
"Good morning, sunshine." he said and kissed her fully on her lips.
"Mmmm," she exclaimed. "What a way to wake up on a Saturday morning. You must do this more often."
"What?" he chuckled.
"You know. Wake me up with kisses and stuff. Best way to rise and shine, in my opinion."

He laughed heartily. His wife had a way of bringing out laughter from him that no other person could.

"Shhh." she said.
"Okay, okay, okay" he said through gasps of laughter, struggling to make less noise.
"Come here." she said.

He moved closer to his wife and held her. As they began to kiss, she pulled her head away from him and asked quickly, "Is it locked?"
"Mm hmm." He mumbled as he started to remove her nightie.
"You sure?"
"Mm hmm. Stop worrying."

Larry and his wife became enwrapped in their world and very soon reached the point of no return. She grabbed him and he closed his eyes in expectant pleasure.

But, Larry was soon disappointed as their bedroom door burst open and the couple's 2 year old son ran into the room screaming, "Goo mohny..."

Larry flew off his wife and ran towards his son. Half in an attempt to throw the boy out of the room and half in an attempt to shield him from seeing things that his 2 year old mind probably would not be able to deal with. His wife scurried under the sheets.

"Goo mohny, daddy!" their son said, looking up at his father.
"Uh, Bode, uh, yes, uh, good morning, son." Larry stuttered, reality dawning on him that his good times were over for the morning.

His wife chuckled on the bed, looked at her husband and whispered, "Sorry, baby."
Her husband could not hide his pained disappointment. He looked at her, sighed and shook his head.

Larry took a deep breath. "Okay, son. Why don't you go wake up your big sister and little brother and then we'll all brush our teeth." he said to Bode.
"Okay daddy." Bode said and began to leave. He stopped and looked at his father, carefully. Something seemed different. The little boy cocked his head over to the side and developed a puzzled look.

On the bed watching the interaction between father and son, Larry's wife realized what was coming and began to laugh quietly.

"Daddy?"
"Yes, son?"
"What's that?"
"Huh?" Larry asked, bewildered.
"What is THAT?" Bode asked, pointing at his father.

Larry's wife could not help herself and began to laugh hysterically. Her tears sparkled in the bright morning sun like precious gemstones.

"Um. Uh. Don't worry about that. Just go wake up Sade and Wade for me."
"Okay daddy."

Between her fits of loud laughter, Larry's wife walked up to him, kissed him on the lips and said, "Happy Saturday morning, father of three."

She laughed and went off to brush her teeth leaving Larry looking out the plantation shutters, that his wife had spent hours picking, in utter disbelief.





This story is fictional and not based on any particular person's life. Okay, maybe I am lying just a little. Nontheless, I plead the fifth. So, please do not ask me any questions I cannot answer. Hahaha. Have a wonderful week!