Although a little happier than my usual stuff and a little cleaner to i like this one!
I dont own them sniff so dont sue grrr
R and R people R and R!
"A town called malice ooh ooh yeah"
God he hated The Jam, like an assault on his ears. All that jumpy base and frantic guitar, no, what he liked was a nice bit of Mozart, Beethoven, Elgar. She, however classically trained, seemed to disagree 80's rock being more her thing, her youth as she put it. He was willing to live with her terrible music taste if it meant she was happy and it certainly put a smile on her face.
He was stood, leaning on the white wooden door frame of her bedroom door. His house was bigger but she insisted on staying at her place. Said she had more "stuff she needed". She was oblivious to his presence. Wearing one of his old blue work shirts, she was swirling around, it barely covered her modesty, dancing around, moving her shoulders and hips in time with the music, waving her arms about in the most undignified way. He loved her, for that and for many other reasons. He loved how
she didn't care how she looked in the morning, at 5:30 to be exact. She didn't worry that she might be waking up the neighbours or that they had to be in work in an hour and a half. No she was putting all of her energy in to this ludicrous dance. He slowly walked over to the CD player, she was still oblivious to his presence, and he clicked the stop button. Almost synonymously she shouted.
"Hey! I was enjoying that."
"She will never get back to sleep with that racket, plus, I want her to have better music taste than you."
"It stopped her crying, and I can't dance to Schubert."
"Yes, well it's hard to be depressed with you dancing like that!"
She giggled, looking down in to the antique white cot. He walked over to her, stopping just inches behind her. He slipped his arms around her waist and placed his head lightly on her shoulder so he too could gaze at their child.
"She's defiantly got your good looks." He whispered gently.
"Yeah but she got your eyes"
"Let's hope she got my music taste too"
"Hey!" She squealed turning in his arms. "I told you…. It makes me smile" She was literally millimetres from his lips.
"And you make me smile."
"Even more than Mozart?"
"Definitely" He kissed her and with her still in his arms walked back wards. The back of his knees hit the bed.
"I love you Harry" she said as they fell softly on to the bed.
"Ruth I love you to" He kissed her again, gently rolling her over so he was leaning on top of her.
From the corner of the room came a small wailing. "I think it's your turn Mr. Pearce" She said, as she rolled her self up in the duvet.