"Good Morning, Mrs Facci, " Callum greeted her beautiful wife with a kiss on her mouth. "You look as beautiful as ever."
Calliope kissed his back. "Old man, look at the magazine."
"Stop calling me old man, baby, " Callum groaned. "To you, I should be as youthful as possible."
Calliope grinned shyly. This man… even in his mid-fifties, his passion knew no bounds.
"The house is empty without girls, " Callum sighed.
"Well, they are in college now, " Calliope said with a smile. "You can't expect them to humour you all the time."
Calliope pouted but nodded his head. "Why do our babies have to grow so early?"
"That's life, " Calliope sighed.
"Ah, what's our son up to these days?" Callum could not help but ask as he looked at the number of magazines in his wife's hand.
