A Summer to Remember
6
I was lucky Tyler didn’t hear what she just said. If he did he would’ve come back in and tried to kick my ass. She kissed my cheek and walked out, “Natalie, let’s go!” Tyler called up the stairs. “I’m coming!" She yelled back. She came back to the door and smiled and waved goodbye before hopping down the stairs. My heart was beating, no, it was skipping, and pounding, and the smile was not going to leave my face that easily. I fell down onto my bed and laid there and stared up at the ceiling before my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.
Natalie was sound asleep when I woke up. She was delicately wrapped in the bed sheets that showed off every curve on her naked body. I loved watching her sleep. She looked like an angel; so silent and so peaceful laying there. I thought about how much I would do anything for her no matter what she wanted.
She started to stir as she turned to face me; her bright blue eyes flew open as the light hit them. “Good Morning,” she finally said her voice like music to me. “Morning,” I smiled, stretching over to kiss her forehead. It was warm and comforting to the touch, like I was supposed to be there. I got up as she started to and pushed her back down. “No, I’ll go get them.” I sat up and looked at the digital clock on the table as she let her eye lids fall once again. 6AM, the clock read. I groaned before getting up and throwing some clothes on.
First I went to the room across the hall where my little sleeping beauty was covered up by her pink comforter. I slowly peeled the layers of blankets away from her face and started running my fingers through her hair. She let out a small groan before rolling over avoiding the light from the open door. “Baby girl, if you want to go to your brother’s game today you need to get up.” I said in barely a whisper. Then after that all I heard were some mumbles into the pillow before she started to sit up against her body’s tired will. “That’s my girl.” I smiled and left her to get ready in peace while I went to get her brother.
Her brother was already up and getting ready for his game by the time. Like his father he fell in love with the sport of hockey. “Morning, Dad,” he said with a smile grabbing all of his equipment and stuffing it into his duffel bag. ‘Like father, like son,’ I thought to myself. “Just woke your sister up, be down by 6:45 for breakfast, M’kay?” he nodded his head and smiled before stuffing some extra tape in his bag. He turned up his music realizing no one was sleeping anymore so he could be as loud as he wanted to be. I used to do the same thing. But I would try to keep the music as loud as I could to wake the girls up just because I could. They forced me to go to their stupid stuff so they got to have the same treatment with my stuff.
I went back into the room I had woken up in and the bed was empty but I could start to smell the bacon and eggs being made in the kitchen from the top of the staircase. Walking down I looked at all the pictures on the walls from my Stanley cup jersey to a picture of my princess with her first medal for figure skating. She started in hockey but she decided that she liked the pretty dresses better so she switched. We had family pictures up too. All in Blackhawks jerseys on the Indian head. The kids had been wearing my jersey that looked like a dress on them. Actually my daughter was wearing a dress that day so it did actually look like a dress. As I reached the last step I saw my the backside of my beautiful wife making breakfast with the radio turned up. Everyone in the family only functions if there is music playing somewhere in the background. I made sure there was no pan or anything in her hand before dragging her back by the waist and spinning her around to dance around the room.
The kids came down and just stared at us, we both laughed as I gave her a quick peck. They of course wasn’t as morning people as their parents are. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes and sat down at the kitchen table for the ritual of “French toast Sunday” in our house. Eating breakfast I wondered if everyone else has Sunday breakfast like we do; the laughs, the smiles, the food throwing, and the love. But who knows, we’ve proved that it is definitely possible.
I watched my boy score goal after goal on the ice, his type of playing reminding me so much of myself when I was his age. I looked over at my wife with our sleeping girl on her lap. She was softly rubbing her back with her hand. She looked up at me with her crystal blue eyes and smiled her pearly white smile. That smile, that face, that was the girl that I married and would do anything for just so she would stay mine.
I woke up with a huge smile on my face. I never thought that dreams could be that real and so vivid. It couldn’t have been a dream, it must’ve been the future. Who knows if I’m psychic or not but all I know is that I’m going to be strong and get her back, somehow, whatever it takes.
Natalie was sound asleep when I woke up. She was delicately wrapped in the bed sheets that showed off every curve on her naked body. I loved watching her sleep. She looked like an angel; so silent and so peaceful laying there. I thought about how much I would do anything for her no matter what she wanted.
She started to stir as she turned to face me; her bright blue eyes flew open as the light hit them. “Good Morning,” she finally said her voice like music to me. “Morning,” I smiled, stretching over to kiss her forehead. It was warm and comforting to the touch, like I was supposed to be there. I got up as she started to and pushed her back down. “No, I’ll go get them.” I sat up and looked at the digital clock on the table as she let her eye lids fall once again. 6AM, the clock read. I groaned before getting up and throwing some clothes on.
First I went to the room across the hall where my little sleeping beauty was covered up by her pink comforter. I slowly peeled the layers of blankets away from her face and started running my fingers through her hair. She let out a small groan before rolling over avoiding the light from the open door. “Baby girl, if you want to go to your brother’s game today you need to get up.” I said in barely a whisper. Then after that all I heard were some mumbles into the pillow before she started to sit up against her body’s tired will. “That’s my girl.” I smiled and left her to get ready in peace while I went to get her brother.
Her brother was already up and getting ready for his game by the time. Like his father he fell in love with the sport of hockey. “Morning, Dad,” he said with a smile grabbing all of his equipment and stuffing it into his duffel bag. ‘Like father, like son,’ I thought to myself. “Just woke your sister up, be down by 6:45 for breakfast, M’kay?” he nodded his head and smiled before stuffing some extra tape in his bag. He turned up his music realizing no one was sleeping anymore so he could be as loud as he wanted to be. I used to do the same thing. But I would try to keep the music as loud as I could to wake the girls up just because I could. They forced me to go to their stupid stuff so they got to have the same treatment with my stuff.
I went back into the room I had woken up in and the bed was empty but I could start to smell the bacon and eggs being made in the kitchen from the top of the staircase. Walking down I looked at all the pictures on the walls from my Stanley cup jersey to a picture of my princess with her first medal for figure skating. She started in hockey but she decided that she liked the pretty dresses better so she switched. We had family pictures up too. All in Blackhawks jerseys on the Indian head. The kids had been wearing my jersey that looked like a dress on them. Actually my daughter was wearing a dress that day so it did actually look like a dress. As I reached the last step I saw my the backside of my beautiful wife making breakfast with the radio turned up. Everyone in the family only functions if there is music playing somewhere in the background. I made sure there was no pan or anything in her hand before dragging her back by the waist and spinning her around to dance around the room.
The kids came down and just stared at us, we both laughed as I gave her a quick peck. They of course wasn’t as morning people as their parents are. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes and sat down at the kitchen table for the ritual of “French toast Sunday” in our house. Eating breakfast I wondered if everyone else has Sunday breakfast like we do; the laughs, the smiles, the food throwing, and the love. But who knows, we’ve proved that it is definitely possible.
I watched my boy score goal after goal on the ice, his type of playing reminding me so much of myself when I was his age. I looked over at my wife with our sleeping girl on her lap. She was softly rubbing her back with her hand. She looked up at me with her crystal blue eyes and smiled her pearly white smile. That smile, that face, that was the girl that I married and would do anything for just so she would stay mine.
I woke up with a huge smile on my face. I never thought that dreams could be that real and so vivid. It couldn’t have been a dream, it must’ve been the future. Who knows if I’m psychic or not but all I know is that I’m going to be strong and get her back, somehow, whatever it takes.
