5 Years
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--- 5 Years Later ---
--- 17th of March, 1972 ---
The years flew indeed quickly as quickly as a swarm of birds in the dying summer days. Not only Judy and Timothy have been married for 5 years as a happy wed couple, moreover their little ray of sunshine Philipp.
In the past months, Timothy found a job as an English teacher, despite his somewhat fluent Italian he has learnt through the past years with great efforts. Unlike his long-time wife, Judy prefered to stay at home by spending more spare time with her hobbies such as painting, cooking, looking after and playing with their little angel, who was already attending regularly school since at age 4.
As Jude and Timothy have mustered with Rome's enticing atmosphere and making a couple of valuable friendships, they've quickly learnt to be fluent in Italian though their struggles at times.
At last but not least, it's been 5 years since they've been married happily with only one child. Even more the Howards have decided to visit the French capital for a handful of days by reserving a bungalow, in order to mark 5 remarkable years of their beatific wedlock. 5 remarkable years of sheer felicity. 5 years of genuine bliss as a major part of their daily lifetime, regardless the discords and brawls they had sometimes, in fact, they weren't sharing the same opinions on certain topics. A half a decade by recollecting galore of piece of memories as a family together.
As soon as the former prayerful members of the church have arrived in Paris by going to their booked bungalow with Philipp, throughout they unpacked their baggage. Moreover, the British compatriot has determined himself to be on vacation without going to public school for a week until the week after.
In the meanwhile, the Bostonian was sitting on the folding chair by reclining as she wore classy round sunglasses, shielding her frail eyelids against the scintillating, saturating sun rays that gleamed below. Wee hints of the forthcoming spring were looming, whilst the symptoms of the ordinary winter climate were oblivious for the Parisians including its tourists. The middle-aged mother was donned in a pale red polka dot linen shirt with a handful of undone buttons as an armor on her torso, followed by charcoal black slacks and black Mary Jane, shoing her petite, brittle feet. The schooler was roaming around the bungalow's yard by chasing the butterflies as if he was a savage predator, eager to cup them with his both tiny hands.
The eloquent, elating song of the tweeting birds encircled the one-story villa on the balmy Friday. The light early spring breeze blew faintly the former nun's lion mane of glossy old Hollywood aureate tresses, piled up on her shoulders as they ideally frammed her still appealing, porcelain compexion.
"Didn't ya catch the butterfly, little angel?" Jude enquired merrily as a beaming, merry smile smeared across her naturally mauve, soft as satin lips, squinting up her shielded by its sunglasses eyes at her infant.
"Not yet. It's too fast." The young boy replied as he scurried up to the pale green butterfly as his thin lips produced a cheerful giggle.
"Oh! It looks like yar going to be a butterfly hunter." The middle-aged lady scoffed, emitting a husky, joyous chuckle as it vibrated through her throat. "Aren't ya?"
"No! I'm still undecided what I want to be in the future." Philipp said uncertainly, insecurely as his lips zipped in a pensive, assertive purse as his big hazelish-brown pools were transfixed on his crucial goal. The butterfly and to scoop it into the palms of his hands. His flimsy heart hammered vigorously into his chest as its heart beats pulsated into his sensitive ears as if he was using headphones.
"It's okay, sweetheart! Yar still young and ya have a lot of time until adulthood to be decided what you exactly want to be actually."
"Exactly!"
"At least, don't you have some kind of preference or liking to do anything? Anything like hobbies or activities as well?"
"Urm, let me see," Reluctant stutter kissed the little boy's lips as he halted to chase the butterfly by scurring up to the folding table, grabbing his glass of fresh, natural apple juice, consequently sipping of it since his thrist was consuming him. All of a sudden, his eyebrow elegantly quirked as he hummed through the glass of natural juice. "I like to watch you how do you cook, besides to read books for older."
"In brief, yar interested in cooking and reading books for adults, right?" In the interim, the brunette boy left the glass of juice aloof on the folding table by picking up a homemade cookie, thus munching it.
"Mhm!" Shortly after munching the baked sweetie, Philipp bobbed humbly his head in agreement, thrumming genially.
"At least, I'm so pleased to hear that yar having some kind of interests or hobbies that bring you a smile!"
Suddenly the front door opened as Timothy approached his wife, wearing radiance and pure glee, powdering his young-looking, parchment face once he was not only embraced by the balmy Friday that their a half a decade anniversary graced them, further, his beautiful wife and their adorable ray of sunshine.
"Look at you, my loves!" The younger man promptly earned his wife's attention as he leant to capture her lips in a short, nevertheless, indisputably mouth-watering kiss as they temporarily shut their eyelids during the kiss. "How are you doing, my rare bird?" Meantime, his mammoth, creamy as baby skin hand lowered to her long golden wavy hair as his fingers raked and combed her dazzling gilt curls, twirling them and admiring her hair's crispy softness.
"I'm good as I'm talking with Philipp, whilst he tried to catch a butterfly but he gave up eventually."
"That's so cute! Is he going to be a butterfly hunter?" The former devotional, aspiring holy man inquired sarcastically through an inward, guttural chuckle as Jude joined him. "Is that true, young man?" He turned momentarily to his son, who was munching a second cookie.
"I won't be a butterfly hunter, but I wish I were." Woefully the young boy nodded his head as his lips popped up suddenly.
"Then what are you interested in if you aren't good in catching butterflies then, honey?" In the interval, Timothy approached his son by stroking gently, lovingly his dark hair, darting his chocolate brown orbs, filled with sheer, paternal love, warmness and innocence to his little angel.
"In cooking and reading books for adults." Bashful, fresh pout flexed his tiny, childish lips.
"That's amazing, Philipp! At least, there's something that arouses your interest and makes you to be a keen enthusiast to be spectacular in it." Timothy retaliated optimistically by peppering his son's plump cheeks with tender, doting kisses.
"I told him the same! The butterfly shouldn't be that big care except what keeps his enthusiasm on high level." The older lady riposted slyly by exhaling sharply then inhaling.
--- *** ---
--- Later Tonight ---
The evening hours already loomed on Paris's horizon as the daylight has already died in the limbo. The palish scintillating with its brilliance moon hung in the somber nocturnal sky with the hive of shimmering, wee stars, outnumbering the sole moon that was adorning it.
When the Howards had a dinner, thereafter the married couple washed the already used, greased in filth and chunks plates, eating tools and glasses and putting Philipp to slumber into his bedroom since it was high time for him to go to sleep unlike Jude and Timothy, who could venture to stay awake even spend their romantic, lonely nights in serene insomnia.
Once Jude and Timothy were all alone with their train of thoughts and prejudices after putting down to sleep their son, they laid on the hammock outside, snuggling as they have already drowned into one another's secure, doting arms under the sheening moonlight.
"It's unbelievable it's been 5 years since our marriage and we're back in Paris again." The middle-aged woman evoked out in honeyed, seductive voice as her halo ringlet of sleek aureate tresses were ruffled around her, hence, shaping a hallowed halo.
"And that's where the French romance begun." In the meanwhile, the former priest muffled a soft whisper, tuckling a couple of stray glossy curls behind her petite ear as his fingers traced gently her jawline, admiring her enchanting facial features.
"What horseshit, darling! Our romance began much earlier and the honeymoon just granted us bonus elating experience." Meanwhile, the former sister of the church slapped affably, mischievously his broad, muscular shoulder as they both burst out laughing.
"I can't agree more!" When their laughs subdued in the background, all of a sudden Timothy cupped his wife's cheeks in the palms of his amusingly warm, smooth hands as it caught her attention in no time by turning to face him with a radiant as the moonlight's brilliance, blissful as a child smile, cradling her rosy-coloured, plumpish lips. "Jude," He whispered softly her name.
"My Timothy,"
"Jude, my rara avis, I'd like to thank you not only for being my first ever woman, whose my first time was totally worth and you graced both of us with our precious angel Philipp," The older lady molted at the kindhearted words of her husband as she chewed on her bottom plump lip. "But also being part of my life more than just for 5 years with that wedlock. You make the happiest man in this world!"
"I'd be the one who's rather tremendously grateful from you for making me more blissful with every passing day and being the essential reason why I'm smiling."
"That's my main goal!" At the moment, his thumb brushed genially her bottom lip as their grins' shimmers danced under the moonlight, coruscated vibrantly with its pale light. "Your smile is one of my main goals to achieve."
"And yours too!"
In the meantime, their lips crashed in a feather, sultry kiss as Judy's arms were thrown around his upper back by shutting tightly their eyelids without thinking twice to open them unless they broke off the kiss. They were clung to each other as their essences mingled. As their kisses progressed, they became ferociously aggressive as their wet, berry-coloured tongues commenced dueling against each other until the younger man's won its domination, thus plugging it inside her mouth by deepening the kiss into a French one.
Afterwards they broke off the kiss as their faces withdrew hardly with an approximate inch, taking their time to admire each other's bewitching, charming facial features as their eyes fluttered open at last.
"I love you very much, sweetie!"
"I love you more than anything, my rare bird!"
THE END
Author's Note: I'd like to thank everybody especially the enthusiasts, who're incessantly aware of my story updates by taking their time to read, vote even comment the chapters that has impressed them the most.
I genuinely appreciate your continuous support even if this story was not only short, but also slightly sloppy especially the ending, itself. Nonetheless, I tried my best to please you with the ending soon rather than postponing to update it whether once a week or otherwise whenever my motivation sparks up!
At last but not least, there are upcoming future book projects of mine, besides I will currently focus on Wings of Light and the one-shot series unless whether a long or a short story project pops up eventually into my mind.
Alex xoxo♡✝
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