Joy to the world

[hopenotfaith]

Two years later
At The Dormouse

Bin a busy day 'ere. Sunshiney sort o'day, so we put out tables an' chairs on the street. Really drew people in, so we'll prob'ly keep doin' it.

"Might need a permit," grumbled Faith, an' I smiled

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[edmund_white]

Days when I can leave my office on time are to be treasured. And this is one of them. I like to leave myself extra time to walk thru town to meet Hope so that folks who want a word with me can have one without making me late. Only had a couple today, so by the time I get there, Hope's not quite done with her tea. Perfect timing.

The bell jingles over my head as I step in, "Hello ladies," the door barely closes before Joy is tumbling down and over to me. Scoop her up and give her a kiss as I make my way over to her mother to do the same, "How was your day, Sweetheart?"

[hopenotfaith]

"'Ello, darlin'," I say, turnin' my face up to smile at my 'andsome 'usband. So glad I've got Faith to 'elp me see 'ow 'e looks, cos while I'd always remember 'is face from when we first met, 'e changes, an' I'm glad I get to see those changes. Sometimes a bit sad that I can't see 'im when we're intimate - Faith did offer to come an' sit in one time so I could 'ave a look, but that idea's just mortifyin'. Funny 'ow once we 'ad to be in the same room if we was intimate with someone else, but now the idea of it's just wrong. Life's quite diff'rent now to 'ow it once was.

"My day was nice, an' busy," I say. "Our little miss 'as been 'elpin' out, 'aven't you, love?" I say, an' she chatters a bit at 'er daddy. "Was work alright today? Not too many complaints?"

[edmund_white]

Pull the chair around so I can sit closer to her, then plop Joy on my lap as she gives me her daily report. Even now I'm constantly amazed that this is my wife, and my daughter. A real case of not knowing what I wanted until I had it, "Not too bad at all. The weather is beautiful today. Sun shining and fluffy clouds do not make a day for complaining. Now overcast- that's when it gets bad."

Lean in closer to Hope as Joy keeps going, "She's starting to talk like your sister- not that sounds like her. But right now she's making the same face as when Faith's telling a story."

[hopenotfaith]

I laugh, cos I can just imagine it.

"'Ope she don't inherit 'er aunt's manners," I say, smilin'.

"Faith!" says Joy, an' I reach over an' tickle 'er.

"That's right, luvvy, that's your auntie, an' she loves you very much."

Edmund looks after our daughter as I make sure I've got my things, an' then we go out into the warm evenin', give Joy 'er supper an' put 'er to bed.

"Yer a good dad, Edmund," I say, an' take a breath. "An' it's a good thing, cos - yer goin' t'be again."