Like any bald old man, Jack had his fair share of wrinkles, and old age spots. Those were, unfortunately, fairly purple in color. The remedy? Hats. But thankfully, no bed caps.
“Hn, morning dear.” Jack had mumbled as he finally began to sit up in bed, sighing as he did. Years of being an artist and sitting on wooden bar stools or on the floors had done their number on his back in his old age, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Finally his eyes open, revealing his bright green eyes had sadly faded in color but hardly brightness.
He smiled down at the tray she set in his lap before looking up at her and reached up, trailing his bony hand through her hair gently. “It looks delicious as always. Are you joining me?” he asks, gently petting the empty space on the bed where she always slept.
She giggled lightly, her voice having taking a slightly different timbre with age. She walked over to the other side of the bed and gently got in, scooting over as best she could with an old body like hers to cuddle into his side. “Now why would I pass up being close to my loving husband?” she cooed.
She wanted to make sure he ate breakfast properly and take his medicine after all.
“Oh and Gail called while I was making you breakfast this morning,” she said softly. “She said she got her grades back from the college and she got straight As. Can you believe it?”
Jack shifted back against his cushions as she snuggled in next to him. Like her, he had aged relatively well also. He hadn’t put on much weight, but he was a little bit thicker in some places which was probably good when it was cold outside. Nobody wants to feel the wind rattling through their bones, not at all.
He was just picking up the knife and fork to cut into his egg and toast when he heard her, and turned his head to look at her, eyes lighting up, and smile turning into a proud smile.
“Of course I can believe it.” Jack said, “She’s studied very hard for those grades. I always knew, second I saw her, she’s going to be brilliant. How could she not, with you as her mother?” he asked, giving her a smile before going back to his breakfast.
…though he eyed his medicine wearily.
Jack Maple 