it begins in the morning. here. or there.
I dodge two small running bodies on the way to the kitchen,
“okay, what do you boogers wanna eat today?”
more running. I hear a giggle.
I am startled by my cell phone ringing.
“Tuesday, 6:45 PEE-EM. dad. write it down. ugh where’s Rebecca? she’ll remember”
quit being a snot. I got this.
I see two small eager faces watching me.
step-brothers coming to visit means toys and getting away with everything.
you walk in rubbing your eyes.
good morning loves.
it never gets old.
I watch you like a teenager in a nightclub.
I will remember what it felt like to think I lost you every single day.
holding you is winning a lottery I didn’t know existed.
I sneer and suggestively stare at your ass.
I raise my eyebrows comically.
subtle and ridiculous.
you must really love me.
the boys eat.
we planned this day a few weeks ago.
a short getaway.
just the two of us.
I might get you pregnant again.
but I really might.
the house becomes a whirlwind of toys and legos for a few hours.
we get everything ready.
“be good boys for grandma and grandpa”
it is our honeymoon.
this would be our third this year.
we are always planning our honeymoon.
we have been married a few years now.
I’m looking forward to our honeymoon tonight.
we aren’t dropping them off until 4.
that leaves a few hours.
“alright, it’s time you boys learned about kickball”
everyone loves kickball.
we play tiny kickball.
“it’s a surprise” you tell me.
we have our bed and breakfast reserved.
but here we are.
in the middle of nowhere.
there’s a pond nearby.
brackish water rippling quietly.
you walk away from me.
“baby, what are you doing?”
you sit down.
you gently pump your legs.
it isn’t a bench at all.
you take something out of your bag.
“you look thirsty”
I kiss you.
I know what this is.
“I love you”
you squint at me.
“are you certain?”
we hold each other.
pumping our legs the whole while.
just high enough to make the creak concern us.
and we tumble off together.
we become animals.
a ball of heat and sweat.
I wash my face.
we have so much to do tomorrow.
my hands are on your boobs.
I told you.
I will never stop fondling you.
“is this real?”
somewhere this is actually happening.
“what do you mean somewhere?”
I kiss you again.
it doesn’t matter.
we have so much to do.