- Flavia! Daddy's home. –I screamed excited & I'm still not sure about who gets more excited over his arrival, if me or our 3 years old daughter; in any case the two of us where the happiest when he pass that door.
Flavia seemed to be incredibly excited whenever her daddy come in, I wonder if she gets excited the same when I come or I just haven't noticed.... Since I got permission from my work to stay at home cause of my pregnancy, the biggest enjoyment of my day was to meet him, surely to play all the day long with my baby girl was exciting, but I could only see him a few minutes in the early morning & the night appeared so short to enjoy his presence, also Flavia wanted his attention so my time next to him was precious to me. Could it be possible that I was a tiny bit jealous of my precious daughter and my beloved husband? Due to the magnitude of my jealousy and possessiveness I guess the answer must be "yes".
He smiled brightly to us, like if he was actually happy to be at home, even after all the thing we have gone through to be here today, I hope my husband may feel lucky to be next to me as he used to feel in the beginning of our relationship. At least he was happy to be a father and to be next to Flavia, that was a fact. I just said hi to him with a small kiss and then left to the kitchen, to get the food ready for him while he was playing with his daughter, I guess he didn't know what a lovely father he would turn into, I imagined it. Once he got the food on the table, Flavia and I sat down to see him eating, Flavia ate already and I wasn't hungry, but we made him company and I let Flavia continue talking to him before I will put her on bed.
After almost half an hour talking with her daddy, I decide it was late enough for my daughter.
- Let's go to bed, Flavia. –I said.
- Good night, daddy. I love you. –Flavia said and kissed her father's cheek.
- Good night, pretty. I love you too. –He answered while kissing her back.
I took Flavia to her bedroom, made her wash her teeth, changed her clothes and told her a princess' story since those were her favorites.
Flavia seemed to be incredibly excited whenever her daddy come in, I wonder if she gets excited the same when I come or I just haven't noticed.... Since I got permission from my work to stay at home cause of my pregnancy, the biggest enjoyment of my day was to meet him, surely to play all the day long with my baby girl was exciting, but I could only see him a few minutes in the early morning & the night appeared so short to enjoy his presence, also Flavia wanted his attention so my time next to him was precious to me. Could it be possible that I was a tiny bit jealous of my precious daughter and my beloved husband? Due to the magnitude of my jealousy and possessiveness I guess the answer must be "yes".
He smiled brightly to us, like if he was actually happy to be at home, even after all the thing we have gone through to be here today, I hope my husband may feel lucky to be next to me as he used to feel in the beginning of our relationship. At least he was happy to be a father and to be next to Flavia, that was a fact. I just said hi to him with a small kiss and then left to the kitchen, to get the food ready for him while he was playing with his daughter, I guess he didn't know what a lovely father he would turn into, I imagined it. Once he got the food on the table, Flavia and I sat down to see him eating, Flavia ate already and I wasn't hungry, but we made him company and I let Flavia continue talking to him before I will put her on bed.
After almost half an hour talking with her daddy, I decide it was late enough for my daughter.
- Let's go to bed, Flavia. –I said.
- Good night, daddy. I love you. –Flavia said and kissed her father's cheek.
- Good night, pretty. I love you too. –He answered while kissing her back.
I took Flavia to her bedroom, made her wash her teeth, changed her clothes and told her a princess' story since those were her favorites.
- I love you, little girl. –I said to Flavia before putting closing her bedroom's door.
- I love you, mommy. I love you, baby Nicholas. –She said and I fell in love with that tiny piece of human being that I brought yo this world.
How could it be my daughter was adorable to that extent? I thought and started laughing by remembering those times when her father and I were a couple and he may say to me all the kind of sweet stuff you can imagine, like I was the sweetest girl alive & I make him weak & more things, maybe he was right and Flavia took that after me, or maybe I was starting to believe in his words and my ego was traveling fast to my head; in any case, whatever the reason was, our daughter was enchanted.
- How have you been today? –He said with a soft tone of voice and I just stared at him for some minutes to admire beauty, no matter what anyone says for me he was gorgeous, such a masterpiece of man: inside and outside. And I was the most blessed woman in the world to marry such an amazing guy. While I was lost in the view I felt a small kick in the stomach & I laughed thinking Nicholas was whether happy to see daddy or jealous, in any case he had to know mom belongs to dad.
- It was a good day, my love. How was work? –I asked trying to act calm, not to show how excited I was to be in his presence because even after 4 years of marriage and 3 years of knowing him I couldn't handle the amount of feelings that will knock on my heart whenever he was around. I could swear that was the scariest & most beautiful feeling ever.
- It was good, a bit tiring. –He said to me and I laid next to him in bed & put myself in my place, obviously among his arms, feeling his closeness & wondering if every single wife feels the way I feel when I am next to my husband. The real question was: why didn't I marry him sooner? I wasted so much time, just so much time! Even having such a long time apart, I nearly died in that period, couldn't nor want to ever go through the same hell again. I learnt my lesson and got enough, I didn't want a life without him, I couldn't even call such thing a life. I wonder if he feels the same...
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