I thought I dreamt a familiar tune but I wasn't dreaming, It came from the small balcony of our room. With socks on my feet and a blanket around me I stepped outside, the icy night hit me making me shiver. Of course I knew the song that played softly from the radio that sat on the floor by him; it was Pigs on the Wing (Part 2), one of my favorite songs by Pink Floyd.

"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Smoking."
"At two in the morning?"
He was looking at the sky, not at me "it's hard to sleep after a show. The adrenaline I suppose."
"Yeah, it must've been a great show then."
He nodded.
I sat by him and explored his eyes on which the moon reflected, I caressed his cheek then ran my fingers through his hair to catch his attention. His dark spheres focused on me now.
"Are you alright?"
He thought about it, his lower lashes caught a tear so I hugged him tightly. Something we had in common was a sadness that came uninvited, unmeasured, and the only way we could fight it was to love each other in ways that took our entire energy and attention.
He called it ballroom brawls with our imaginary enemy. I called it life.

We embraced each other until I began to cough and he made me go back inside,
"But you're coming with me Woody, you don't want to freeze." I say taking him by the hand.
"Don't call me that." He replies following me inside.
"Sorry John"
He then hits me with a pillow, I fall back on the bed, he laughs and lays atop me. My heart speeds up, he just gazes into my eyes, I gaze back. I could spend the rest of my life just looking into those deep brown eyes.
"Why don't you take your clothes off babe?"
My cheeks reddened and a slight smile painted my lips, "I don't think so Joe."

The Next Afternoon

"Why are you so nervous, everybody loves me." He says as we wait for my parents at the airport.
"Sure they do narcissus, but like I told you my dad is...complicated. I mean he can be a really nice or just, rude, depending if he likes you or not."
"He will" he assures proudly.
"Let's hope so."
And then I see them, "it's them lets go."
"They look younger than fifty"
"Yeah, everyone says that." As we approach them their face lights up, I hug each tightly and my eyes even water a bit. It had been seven months, too long. Once we finish hugging my mom starts embarrassing me instantly, "Candy, where are your manners?"
"Oh right, this is Joe."
The handsome devil shakes their hands firmly (my mom kisses his cheek and hugs him) "it's great to finally meet you" he says with a smile.
"You too, Candy's told us all about you" my mum.
"You're a musician?" My dad.
"That's right sir, and a successful one too" Joe.
"We know! We've heard about your band, I like your music" Mum.
Joe blushes a little, "really? Thank you, means a lot coming from my wife's parents."
"Okay, I think we'll have a lot of time to talk at dinner, we're in people's way" I interrupt.
Joe nods and offers to take their luggage, dad denies, mom doesn't. So we head outside and on the way there my mom comments
"you gained weight"
"No I didn't. Not much"
Joe hears and giggles, I flush self-consciously.
"Have you had any morning sickness?"
Joe replies "don't worry, we don't have enough sex for th-" I elbow his stomach before he finishes. I'm glad my dad was walking ahead of us.