My English Professor

I stood holding my extremely pregnant stomach watching out the window as my husband and old English professor came up the driveway with his beautiful brown hair in a low ponytail. His red sweater glimmered slightly and I realized he was wearing not just his red sweater but his shiny red sweater, meaning his students had a pop quiz today. Behind his glasses, his black eyes shone with pure excitement. A few moments later, he comes in and kisses me on the lips and then again on the stomach. Cody then heads to the kitchen to make dinner for the two of us, technically three. He makes my favorite double baked homemade mac and cheese, while I sit down on the couch and read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. We eat dinner, talking about our days with details such as "my student asked for extra credit" or "I did the laundry, both washing and folding, it just needs to be put away now." After dinner, Cody does the dishes while I hobble my way over to the couch and put my swollen ankles up. We sit on the couch reading our respective books as the speaker plays classical music and the fire crackles.