It takes around ten minutes before Jack emerges from the bedroom after finishing his shower in the bathroom and made his way through to get dressed. Of course he’s wearing a turtleneck. It’s navy blue, and with that he’s got some black trousers and white shoes on. He’s also already pulling a jacket on, and a hat sits atop his head. Looped in the pocket of the jacket is his scarf.
“All ready?” he asked as he approached his wife, pausing to grip the back of the chair she was sitting at, before peering down at the news. “Hmm?”
She turned to look at him, smiling. “All ready to go,” she replied, standing up carefully and went to grab Missy’s leash, leaving the newspaper open.
“We’re going on our walk Missy, come on~” she cheered at her, tying her up and petting her. “Daddy wants to go for a walk, isn’t that great?”
She led her to the door, giggling at how it perked up their dog because anytime they walked to the door she always figured it was to go for a walk. Sometimes it was hard to go out for groceries because of it.
She turned to Jack and held her hand out for him, a smile on her face.
Missy was already excited, even before anyone attached the leash to her collar. Jack, of course, took his wife’s hand into his own. He still had to smile, now and then, when he saw the engagement, wedding, and eternity rings that Katelynn wore proudly on her ring finger. The engagement ring was so small and pathetic, at least that’s how he had felt when he had bought it. She deserved diamonds and jewels but with his salary he hadn’t been able to afford anything too amazing. But to her, on that night, she had been blown away and he could remember her tears of joy as she had said yes, again and again and thrown her arms around him.
The wedding day had been full of joyful tears as well.
At least, now, he no longer had to see her crying out of fear, or worry, or sadness any more. Those days were long behind them.
He squeezed her hand gently in his own as they walked down the sidewalk, Missy trotting ahead of them, sniffing at everything.
“How is it,” Jack started, “that you continue to be as beautiful, if not more so, like you were on the day I first met you?” he glanced at her, smiling softly.
Jack Maple 