Mr. Wyatt kisses the crown of his wife's head. It had been a while since he received his morning hugs from her. Ever since their son got married, she has been so unstable in his life as she was trying to arrange the younger couple's home and he was more than glad when she didn't talk about leaving even after two days.
Mr. Wyatt took the white towel off his neck and gave his wife a radiant smile. He missed her so much.
"You should smile more," Mrs. Wyatt informed him. She pulled away from the hug and took the towel from him.
Mr. Wyatt gave her a lazy look, "Why would I smile towards something that doesn't concern you or someone who isn't you,"
Mrs. Wyatt shook her head, "It doesn't matter, your smile keeps you more dazzling. It makes me forget that we are already old," she told him and her heartbeat fastened.
Mr. Wyatt smiled, "It's funny how we argued about my smile until our old age," he held her waist and pulled her to himself.
