"Fishing, Mommy!" Three-year old Bobby pulled on her pant leg, impatience personified. They had been taking him out in the boat with them this summer and it was his favorite pastime.
"We have to wait until Daddy comes home, Sweetie."
Melanie was excited and impatient too. She had something to tell him when he arrived.
They had been married on Christmas night four years ago in Russ's living room beside the Christmas tree, with just family and a few close friends. Russ's parents had flown home from Florida for the wedding and had given Russ the keys to their condo so he could take Melanie down there for a honeymoon. His parents stayed and babysat the cat and house.
Melanie's parents had been planning on coming home for Christmas anyway, so they just shifted the date and came a week earlier to help her get ready for the big day. Brian and Susan stood up for them, Susan complaining to Melanie that being pregnant wasn't the best look for matron of honor.
Thinking over the past four years made Melanie smile. She was so in love with Russ, and so thankful every day that he had had the patience to wait until she was ready for his proposal. He had astonished her by telling her he'd bought the ring the week after she had kicked him under the table, because by then he knew he was going to marry her.
"Hi, Honey, I'm home!" Russ came in and grabbed her for his usual enthusiastic kiss.
"I'm so happy you finally got the kissing thing right, Russ. Now, how soon can we go fishing? There's a very impatient little man waiting."
Stooping down, Russ lifted Bobby high in the air and swung him around. "Wanna catch a fish, son?"
"Yes, Daddy. Hurry!"
"Do you think there'd be room in the boat for four of us?" Melanie asked him, a big smile on her face.
"Who else is coming?" But just as he asked the question, it hit him. "We're pregnant? We're pregnant! Oh, Mel, I do love you so!"
And once more he got the kissing thing just right.
THE END.