The door was ajar. From time to time, a gentle breeze raised the long curtains running down the living room wall. Eve overheard the conversation of the women outside deep in gossip, and who occasionally broke into a hearty laughter that got her smiling. She sunk deeper into the couch and crossed her legs as her eyes took a lazy tour of the room and everyone in it. Danny was seated at the dining table, holding his now three months old daughter. Seeing him with his muscled arms holding this delicate little girl who made him look so vulnerable was a sight to behold. She imagined how one day, in a week’s time actually, Tony would also be holding their baby. This thought made her wish the due date could come sooner.
When Danny looked up, their eyes met. They flashed each other quick smiles before he focused back on his daughter who was raising her cute tiny hand to pinch his nose. Eve laughed when he feigned pain and made this groaning sound much to the delight of the young girl. Right next to Eve was Tony. He sat with his legs spread out before him and his hands tucked between his thighs. His eyes were closed, probably taking a nap. He looked tired. He, after all, had driven them to the village the same day to celebrate the addition of a new member in Danny and Clair’s family. It had taken three months to hold the celebration because Danny wanted to give Clair time to heal and recover before entertaining guests, an idea which Clair agreed with.