April

Nick smiled as he stood by the bond fire. He watched his wife run with their dogs. His two pugs, Mikey and Willie, and her German shepherd/Bull terrier, Indiana Jones just about mauling her. “You guys are wearing me out running around. Come on. It’s like midnight. We should go home.” He put out the fire as she came up behind him, jumping on his back. He turned his head to kiss her and began walking up the beach to their little house. They had both decided neither of them would move into the others house when they were married. They moved into an older, smaller house, perfect for decorating any way they saw fit. Together, so it wasn’t his house or her house. “You smell like burnt wood” she inhaled the sent off his sweatshirt deeply. “You know what you smell like, don’t you?” “Wet dog?” she asked, smacking his shoulder, “I meant the wood thing as a complement!” she giggled. “Maybe I meant the wet dog as one too!” she slid off his back just as they reached the top of the steps. She giggled a little more. He turned around. “Now what? Do I smell like wet dog now too?” “No. And you don’t smell like burnt wood. It’s burnt pants.” She pointed to the bottoms of his now scorched jeans. “Standing a little to close to the fire, hu Nicky?” she ran into the house before he could clobber her.