Saturday Morning – At Mr. Denise Bailey’s Apartment.

He woke up and looked at his beautiful wife, who was sleeping peacefully by his side. His face beamed, and he set out to check his mailbox and the family platform. He saw his father’s message.

(Hello family…)

He quickly replied.

(That is good. Enjoy your stay.)

Subsequently, he quickly turned to his wife who he felt should be awake by then and planted a peck on her temple

(Peck)

“Good morning, my Angel.”

He greeted. She opened her eyes gently, smiled faintly and responded.

“Good morning, my heartbeat. How are you?”

“I am fine.”

Then, he looked into her eyes and...