"I'm a superhero!" the small boy yelled as he ran, small feet pounding on the ground. A small, red cape flew out behind him, a plastic "S" burned onto the fabric. He giggled loudly as he was picked up, delicate, thin arms wrapping around his torso. "Let me down! Let me down!" he screeched, laughs making his words almost intelligible, this fact was accompanied by the lisp he had with his two missing front teeth.
"Who's my hero?" the girl asked, her (h/c) locks falling over her face. The little boy laughed, bright blue eyes wide.
"I am! I am!" he said, then smiled even louder when she nodded in affirmation.
"Yes you are!" Then, without warning, she fell over on her back and held the small boy above her and blew a raspberry on his stomach. He laughed at the feeling, tears forgotten. She then let him down and hugged him close to her chest. He snuggled into her.
"I love you, Mommy," he said quietly, the energy high he was just feeling lowering out as drowsiness overtook him. She kissed his head, her own eyes drifting shut. She rested her head on the soft pillow on her large bed and held her son close.
"I love you too, darling boy."
Arthur walked into the bedroom he shared with his wife, _______. He sighed, undoing his tie as he saw his son and his beloved sleeping side by side on the plush blankets. A small smile caressed his face. That morning, before he had gone to the meeting his work had called on at the last moment, he'd made his son cry.
He removed his shirt and socks, then his belt and dress pants. He walked over to his small family and placed a gentle kiss on _______'s nose.
"It's always so easy for you," he said as he laid down next to them, their only son, Alfred separating him from the woman he loved. His soft, grass green eyes stared lovingly at her peaceful face. He was so argumentative and unable to make friends due to his cynical and judgmental nature.
"What would I do without you?" he asked himself before closing his eyes and falling asleep as well.