by Marie Daye
Libelle giggled, “It’s not like they’ll be doing anything you and I would do.”
He rolled his eyes, and Bjorn groaned in disgust while walking away from his parents. “You two are so weird.”
Libelle laughed again, calling him back to her side where she cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead. Playfully rubbing her nose to his, Bjorn’s cheeks turned red from embarrassment and he tried to pull away.
“Stop it mother.” He whispered.
Libelle and Eskil laughed, letting their son return to the table where he bit into a large red apple. Astrid was proudly showing off her new drawings to Theron who smiled softly at her, enjoying her presence and company while ignoring the harsh glares Eskil was giving him.
Libelle took Eskil’s hand when he lifted the basket up and led him back outside, walking towards the long lines where she would hang their clothes. They took a few minutes to drape the wet gowns and blankets over the line together, enjoying each other’s company in silence while they listened to their children laugh and holler in the house.
Poor Theron would be deaf before dinner.
Eskil wrapped his arms around Libelle, his hands resting on her belly when she leaned her head back against his chest. She sighed softly and in content.
“Eskil?”
“Yes?”
“Did you ever imagine your life like this?”
There was a moment of hesitation before he kissed her neck and spoke gently, “Beloved, I never could have imagined my life to ever be this perfect.”