You walked out of the library, book in hand. You were reading as you rounded the corner. You heard bubbling laughter coming from down the stairs. A smile formed on your face. You went down and saw exactly as you expected.
“What on earth are you doing to him?” You asked your husband, eyebrow raised, albeit the smile from earlier still plastered on your face. They both straightened up at once.
“Oh….just….” Adam began, but he was cut off.
“Daddy was teaching me how to fight, Mama!” Your five year old little boy came running up to you.
“Was he now? Who won?” You glanced between both of your boys.
“Me, of course” they both answered. They shared a glance of disbelief that the other would claim victory.
“Well, then!” Adam stated. “I declare a rematch!” Both of the boys laughed and went back to wrestling on the floor. You sat down in your chair with the book in your hand. You smiled at the scene before you. Suddenly, your son stopped and looked up at you, an excited look on his face.
“Mama…what book is that?” He asked, eyes gleaming. You grinned, glancing at your husband.
“Romeo and Juliet.” You smiled down at him. Adam groaned.
“Oh not that one again. You’ve read it to him twice already! The whole way through!” You chuckled at his tantrum.
“Yes, and, perhaps i’m wrong, but I do believe that the last time I read it, I saw you smiling.” You smirked at Adam as he huffed.
“I did no such thing.”
You grinned at him before turning to your son.
“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”
You didn’t comment when you saw the corners of Adam’s lips turn up ever so slightly.