STARLIGHT a Novel by Lydia Jenkins

STARLIGHT

LYDIA JENKINS

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Snow. The windows were frosted white with small flakes. Piles lay on every flat and tilted surface. The twins were hopping and skipping around the living room, giddy with excitement.
“Is it time to go?”
“Are you ready, papa, are you ready yet?” Their small voices piped.
Jasper looked down at his little boys as they beamed up from around his legs.
“Okay, okay.” He surveyed their winter coats and tiny mittens. Ethan had a scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. Emerson's head was covered with a woolly hat. “We're almost ready.” Jasper told his sons, pulling a winter cap over his own head. “Now Emerson, where is your scarf? And Ethan, I don't see a hat on your head.” Emerson shrugged, raising his slender shoulders quizzically.
“I don't know.”
“He lost them!” accused Ethan, pointing a finger.
“No I didn't!”
“Yes you did!”
“Boys, boys!” their father broke in. “We're not going to play the blame-game.” Jasper told them sternly. His sons stilled, looking away rebuked.
“Now,” Jasper started more gently, “Have either of you checked the Dryer or behind a couch?” Small heads shook no. “Well,” He chided, “go look.” Jasper slowly shook his head as he watched them scamper off, racing to get there first. He turned at the sound of his wife chuckling behind him, a delicate fist covering her sweet mouth. A smile came to his own lips. He wrapped an arm around her waist as she stepped closer. Body pressed against Jasper, Veronica's chin tilted as he kissed her with tender love. Her free hand came up to rest behind his neck. The moment lingered. Veronica pulled back to gaze into her husband's soft eyes. Her lips parted to show teeth as she grinned at her spouse. Veronica's voice came at just above a whisper, “I love you, Jasper Anthony.” He laid anther one on her before responding. “I love you too, my little dove.” His lithesome voice stated gently. Veronica giggled at her nickname. He was so sweet! Time resumed it's flow as competitive squeals broke the air. Ethan held a bundle of colored garments while Emerson chased him into the room. Jasper sighed. The work of a parent was never done.