Asking for Trouble
“Humming beneath his breath, he headed into the kitchen—and lurched to a stop. “You’re up.”
“Of course I’m up. It’s almost eight o’clock.”
Miranda spooned something that smelled like peaches or apricots into Jackson’s mouth while the baby played with the Cheerios littering his tray. Wearing the wrinkled shirt and shorts from the previous day, and with her hair hanging down her back, she looked utterly beautiful despite the dark shadows beneath her eyes. A testament to her lack of sleep the night... before. He could relate.
“I bought eggs and bacon, also bread and lunchmeat and fruit that doesn’t come in a jar.” He lifted a plastic container from the top of the grocery sack. “And, my favorite chocolate chip cookies. I thought we could have a picnic lunch later.”
She didn’t even glance his way. “Later, I’ll be in my garden. I didn’t finish planting my petunias thanks to an unexpected trip to the emergency room.” With a paper towel, she wiped Jackson’s mouth.MoreLess
“Of course I’m up. It’s almost eight o’clock.”
Miranda spooned something that smelled like peaches or apricots into Jackson’s mouth while the baby played with the Cheerios littering his tray. Wearing the wrinkled shirt and shorts from the previous day, and with her hair hanging down her back, she looked utterly beautiful despite the dark shadows beneath her eyes. A testament to her lack of sleep the night... before. He could relate.
“I bought eggs and bacon, also bread and lunchmeat and fruit that doesn’t come in a jar.” He lifted a plastic container from the top of the grocery sack. “And, my favorite chocolate chip cookies. I thought we could have a picnic lunch later.”
She didn’t even glance his way. “Later, I’ll be in my garden. I didn’t finish planting my petunias thanks to an unexpected trip to the emergency room.” With a paper towel, she wiped Jackson’s mouth.MoreLess
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