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“Yes we don’t want Missy throwing a hissy fit at us…” Jack commented.

Missy being their jet black poodle who was, technically, a middle aged dog. She, like the other pets they’ve had all throughout their years together, had been picked up from the local shelter. Despite being what Katelynn had first thought to be a ‘prissy’ dog, Missy had proved to be as tough as any regular dog, if not tougher.

Seemed like she was compensating for being a poodle.

“What’s the weather today? My knee’s hurting so I guess that means some over hanging clouds?” he asked, turning his head to peer out the window.

“Your knee predicting the weather again?” she joked, taking out her cell phone to check the weather. Pressing the weather app, she hummed at what it listed. “Huh..looks like it was right this time~”

Missy came into the room then, waddling over to Katelynn’s side and climbed onto the bed as best she could, legs hanging off the edge in her attempt.

Katelynn laughed and helped her up. “Come on old girl,” she said, giving her head a pet. “And don’t forget to finish eating mister,” she said to Jack without taking her eyes off the dog.

“I’m not, I’m not.” Jack said as he eyed Missy, whose brown eyes were now trained on his plate of breakfast with a hungry leer. “No, Missy. Not for you.” he told her gently, as the poodle’s long undocked tail wagged at being paid attention to. That normally meant food scraps.

“And of course it’s right,” he teased his wife back, “My knee’s very good at weather forecasts. It’s better then the people on the weather channels, I’ll tell you that much.” Jack chuckled before eating the last bit of toast, before sighing, and eyed his water and medicine.

He picked up the three tablets in one hand, and his glass of water in the other.

“I hate taking these.” he muttered quietly before popping them in and swallowed them dryly, before taking some water.

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“Let’s both agree we both did exceptionally well.” Jack said with a chuckle before taking another bite of his eggs and toast but soon prepped some onto the fork and held it up, holding one hand beneath it to avoid any runny egg dribbling onto the bed, and offered it to Katelynn.

“Say ahh.” he whispered.

Even after all these years, Katelynn still blushed whenever Jack didn’t something sweet like this, her cheeks popping red like Christmas lights. She opened her mouth, tongue slightly out and accepted the eggs, chewing delicately.

When she swallowed, she said, “And here I made this breakfast for you so you could take your medicine on a full stomach.”

She hadn’t eaten her own breakfast yet, wanting to make sure he was well fed first. And now that she thought about it, she would have made enough for two so he wouldn’t be eating alone.

“Gotta eat up and get some strength so we can go out and take a walk after all.”

“Yes we don’t want Missy throwing a hissy fit at us…” Jack commented.

Missy being their jet black poodle who was, technically, a middle aged dog. She, like the other pets they’ve had all throughout their years together, had been picked up from the local shelter. Despite being what Katelynn had first thought to be a ‘prissy’ dog, Missy had proved to be as tough as any regular dog, if not tougher.

Seemed like she was compensating for being a poodle.

“What’s the weather today? My knee’s hurting so I guess that means some over hanging clouds?” he asked, turning his head to peer out the window.

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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. 

Katelynn rolled her eyes with a smile, nudging his arm gently. “I can’t take full credit for her intelligence, love. You were the one who studied with her when I was busy with work,” she replied, a loving smile on her face.

Considering her old work as a reporter and investigator, Katelynn had to work outside the home a lot compared to Jack so studying was left to the father.

“She has your brains, not mine. She only got curiosity from me.”

“Let’s both agree we both did exceptionally well.” Jack said with a chuckle before taking another bite of his eggs and toast but soon prepped some onto the fork and held it up, holding one hand beneath it to avoid any runny egg dribbling onto the bed, and offered it to Katelynn.

“Say ahh.” he whispered.

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Jack lay on his back, hands resting on his stomach, breath coming out in slow, lazy breaths. What time was it? Why did he care again? The man felt the early morning rays spread out over his aged, lined face and he grumbled. His grey, pencil thin mustache twitched upon his upper lip and his pointed beard shifted as he ground his teeth together.

Thankfully, in his advancing years, Jack had kept his teeth intact.

But now wasn’t the time to think on things like teeth. It was time to enjoy his morning in bed.

Carrying a tray as best she could, Katelynn walked into the room with his morning breakfast, the usual wrinkles of an aging woman near her eyes and mouth, years of laughing and happiness etched on her face. Katelynn had aged like fine wine, her body still slim though she sagged in a few places. She still looked good for her age, save for the long white hair she wore proudly.

“Good morning love,” she greeted, resting the tray on his lap. “I’ve got your breakfast here so you can take your medicine.”

She leaned in to kiss his brow gently, giving him a loving smile.

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.