Beautiful
He's beautiful, sitting cross-legged in his set chair.The cup of hot coffee in his left hand sends steam flowing into the brisk cool morning air. He looks so deep thought sitting there, his nose in a book.I'm in awe watching him that I don't realize the sun is rising.
"Honey, Look!" I say pointing. His eyes leave the page he turns and smiles." It is beautiful", he says "Come here". I give a small blush and quietly walk towards him.I grab his book and then sit myself on his lap.
Taking his coffee cup he sits it gently on the arm of the chair.Which gives me plenty of room to rest my head against his chest.I take a deep breath and relax, feeling his arms wrap around me.
"This is amazing ", I sigh.
"I agree", he gently kisses my forehead.
I take his hands in mine and bring them to my lips.Softly I kiss each of his knuckles and rest them back onto my lap.