The room was filled with steam from the shower they’d shared, dimming the light from the morning sun that peeked through the window, bathing the bed in a soft glow. Her skin was scented from the light floral body wash she’d used, while the sharp, clean smell of Irish Spring soap rose from his. He pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear….
“MOM! Mom, the baby ripped a page out of a book!”
“Okay, just leave it.”
“Look, Mom, I’ll show you which one.”
A bright yellow book of nursery rhymes appeared through the crack under the door.
Mom sighed. “Okay, honey, it’s fine. Put it on the counter and I’ll fix it later.”
“I can’t reach it now. I pushed it too far.”
“It’s fine, just leave it.”
“Mom, he ripped the page all the way out!”
“Just leave it! I’ll fix it later!”
He embraced her again, stroking her damp skin with his fingertips, and led her toward the bed. His lips sought hers, and they met in a tender kiss. He lowered her gently down and lay beside her. She smiled up and him and….
“OW! Mom, Littles hit me!”
“Bigs wouldn’t stop making noise, and it was really annoying!”
“Boys, please stop fighting!”
“OW, he’s being so mean to me!”
Dad got up and pulled on his robe, stomping from the room. “What is going on out here?”
An explanation of the rift in brotherly love ensued, and the voice that moments ago had been bathed in sensuous tones issued a string of firm commands to get along, or else.
Dad came back in and locked the door.
He lay beside her, kissing her. His warm lips made a trail from her lips down her neck, making her skin tingle with anticipation. Her breathing grew heavy as she pulled him tighter into her embrace. She prepared to….
The door handle rattled. When it didn’t open, a loud pounding followed, and was succeeded by more rattling.
“Mom, I’m hungry!”
“I’ll make breakfast in a little bit.”
“Can I have a popsicle?”
“No, you don’t need a popsicle. You haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
“PLEASE can I have a popsicle?”
“No! Get some real food, and leave us alone! We’ll be out soon!”
She looked up into his eyes. “You know,” she murmured, “it’s actually quite miraculous that we managed to have four kids.”