“Am I the only man in your life?” he asked squeezing some more mayonnaise in his burger.
“Yes you are, sweetheart” she smiled.
He innocently giggled hiding his face behind his hands.
“Come on now; finish up your burger Mr. Jameson. We have to go home and feed Larry” she said.
He still did not hurry and they sat there talking about the movie they’d just watched. The weekend had come to an end, but for them it had just begun.
Sitting on a table beside them, he watched them talk. They meant the world to him. A world blissfully complete in its existence and he was so glad about it. They got up after sometime and he followed them towards the exit. He silently followed them on the deserted road. The cold December winds muffled the sound of church bells echoing from somewhere. He heard them argue about what would be the perfect Christmas gift? The conclusion was a chocolate factory. This made him giggle, but thankfully they didn’t turn back and notice him.
The ice cream stall was parked on the street adjoining their home. Two Choco blasts were ordered. He wanted to order a blackcurrant fury, but he remained silent. After finishing their ice creams while debating some more about going to watch football on Christmas Eve, they headed back home. He followed them all the way inside the house. He sneaked in and sat on a couch, behind the book shelf.
After hearing tooth-brush strokes and their conversations, silence finally took over. He carefully sneaked inside the room watching them sleep, like a fairy with a little angel wrapped in her arms.
“Good night fellows” he whispered.
He picked up a photo kept on the bed side table, “At least I’m with you somehow” he said wiping off its surface.
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