Round One : Babied
Round Two: Babied 2
Waiting patiently for her husband to sit down and join her in the romantic dinner table prepared by him as the Chef for the night, she was refreshing in her mind the love story of Iko and Ika, the book she read yesterday night.
Her husband just came that morning from his symposium, How To Prevent A Divorce. While he was away for three days, she dedicated her time to their grandchildren. She had enjoyed them, but she must admit how she missed her husband, especially at night.
"I am lucky."
She said to herself, proud and happy about her man. She giggled at the thought of how they were with each other when he arrived that morning. It was like the story of the book.
The writer stopped writing, looking at his pen with a question in his eyes.
"What story is she talking about?"
He placed his curiosity, but the pen kept writing.
"One day, I will show him the book or tell him the story."
The wife said to herself.
Not long after that, her husband came out with a big tray to be placed in the middle of the dining table for two, where there has been glasses for champagne, an iced bucket with a bottle of champagne first class, pairs of plates with forks and with a beautiful table napkin of red with a big white heart in the middle. The napkins were part of the gifts she received that day from him with a bunch of roses and her favorite chocolates.
She loved it when he treated her like a child, anxious for gifts of her favorite things. She heartily laughed at herself and the more when the Chef came in with his chef outfit in white, then soiled a little with sauces he must have prepared.
Her eyes got big when he placed the tray on the table.
"Seafoods!"
Those were their favorite seafoods. They were prepared with drops of red sauces on top, besides the other two separated sauces her husband had prepared with them.
Her happiness of the moment could be seen in the brightness of her eyes, as they shared the food while watching each other with a tease on their eyes, mouth and below the table.
The writer stopped writing, remembering his stomach was hungry too. It was already ten o'clock in the evening and he had not eaten anything yet.
He went to his kitchen and opened the delivery bag of chinese food he had ordered and arrived an hour ago, but his urge to write was stronger than his hungry stomach. The mention of the food in his story reminded him of the chow mein and shrimps waiting for him.
Once full in his stomach, he went back writing. His pen was missing. He searched for it everywhere on his table. Nowhere. It was his last pen with ink. He went back to the kitchen, thinking that maybe he brought the pen with him there.
He laughed out loud at what he saw, where he found the pen.
"There you are!"
He said to the pen. It was inside the chinese food carton box he did not eat, as if it was a pen holder. He was trying to remember if he himself put the pen there when he came to eat. Maybe.
Anyway, he picked it up and went back to writing. He found his characters finished with their dinner too.
With his stomach full after eating the delicious dinner and telling each other how they spent their time away from one another, the husband went to put a slow romantic music on.
His wife followed him to the living room holding the glasses of champagne. She was watching her husband.
She noticed him looking young at his old age, wearing just a pair of light blue shirt and white slacks. His clean, shaved face paired with brown eyes and thick lashes have always been his attraction to her. But nothing of his outside and handsome appearance have been the main reason she fell for this man.
"I am just lucky enough to find this man."
She was saying those words to herself when suddenly her husband turned to her and invited her to dance.
They were in that best mood when the telephone rang. They did not pick it up. Then the answering machine spoke.
"Mom! Dad! Come!"
They stopped and looked at the phone, alarmed by the voice of their daughter.
Her husband ran to pick up the phone.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
The father of her only child with him answered the phone and later smiled.
She watched as her husband put the phone down. He looked at her, gave a big smile, hugged her tightly and kissed her lips.
"What is it?"
She asked releasing herself from his arms.
"Another boy for you to baby."
Her husband responded shrugging his shoulders, then gleefully lifted her in his arms and danced around with her in the living room.
"It's a boy! It's a grandson! This time it is a boy!"
Her husband was shouting happily as his wish came true. They have a daughter and after her she could not have a child anymore. Their daughter gave them two granddaughters. This third grandchild was her husband's wish for a long time.
After a while, her husband put her down. He looked straight on her eyes holding her face in both hands.
"But whoever came into the family, remember you are my baby and I am your baby, first and foremost, okay?"
She could not speak a word as she was speechless savouring the meaning of those words. She just nodded with happiness in her eyes and smiles.
Then they gave each other another long kiss.
The writer stopped his story and put his pen on its holder. He rested his back on his chair, looking at the pen. There he remembered the letter he wrote about the "Querida Persona" in his No Hablo EspaƱol collections. He learned spanish, just to be able to reach her heart.
He took a deep breath and left his house to take a walk. He did not realize that the pen was intrigued by the book the story has mentioned. That love story of Iko and Ika. The paper started to be filled with ink writings. It said, "Ika of My Heart."
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