Kyle blinked slowly once, twice, three times and then muttered, “Ow.” His arm was asleep again, and he saw why and half-smiled. Heather was sleeping peacefully in the crook of his arm, her beautiful light brown hair and soft skin against his, tickling him ever so slightly. He knew she was a light sleeper; carefully, he slid his arm out from her head, trying not to wake her. God knew she was tired, up all night taking care of the baby. Kyle grimaced, suddenly remembering that it was his turn tonight. Oh well. It was Saturday, neither one of them had to work, the baby wasn’t up yet, and the sun was peeking in through the blinds with a bright smile. With another half-smile, Kyle walked out to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, peering and poking to find the eggs.

Twenty minutes later, he took a tray with eggs and tea and a single rose to their room to find her stirring, stretching out, the strap on her right shoulder falling.

“Morning, dear,” Kyle said. “Rise and shine, wake up and smell the…tea.”

Heather sat up and rubbed her blue eyes, seeing Kyle and the tray coming towards her.

“Oh Kyle, you didn’t have to do all this,” she said.

“Why not?” he asked, his hazel eyes questioning her. “I wanted to. I thought it would be nice if you didn’t have to do all sorts of housework after taking care of Faye all night.”

Heather sipped her tea and smiled, turning towards Kyle. “Did I ever tell you I love you?”

“Yes, actually,” Kyle said. “Several times.”

“But not enough,” Heather said coyly. “I love you.”

What else was there to say? “Love you too, dear heart.”

Faye started crying. “I’ve got it,” Kyle said immediately. “You’re not getting out of bed until ten o’clock.” Heather smiled again.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Kyle half-smiled and walked to Faye’s room. Picking up his only child carefully, he gave her a kiss on the top of her head and asked, “What is it, honey? Diaper problems? Again?”

Grimacing, he called, “Heather? Remember what I said about you staying in bed until ten?”

“Yes, dear.”

“I was lying,” he chuckled. “Help me out, s’il te plait.”

He heard her getting out of bed and muttering something under her breath about squeamish husbands.

“I love you too, dear,” Kyle said with his most winning smile.

Heather smiled back, gave him a kiss, and then said to Faye, “Well, well, what did you do that Daddy can’t handle?”