MewKanevea

"Peter," you scolded, "Stay where I can see you!" You walked down the street. Your son was running ahead of you. He was such a bundle of energy. They rounded the corner. You shook your head. He had taken after his father in the most mischievous ways. You missed Arthur terribly. He had gone to take Matthew and Alfred to college. You had to stay behind due to having the Peter with you. You smiled and look down at your hand. A glittering ring shone on your finger. When Arthur proposed it was one of the most awkward, embarrassing but tender moments of your life. The two of you had gone out for dinner. Francis even babysat that night, trying to b