He fished his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. It rang for a moment and someone at the other end picked it up. He put it on speaker phone.
"Fisher and Goldfinch law firm, Johnson Fisher speaking.”
"Michael Harper," he said simply.
"Mr. Harper, how can I be of service to you today?"
"It is about the prenup."
"Of course."
"Destroy it," he ordered, smiling at Trinity.
"Sir?" Confusion tinged the voice at the other end. "Sir, I will like to advise you on the legal and financial ramifications of... "
Michael cut him off with a curt, "Destroy it now."
"Of course, sir."
"Why?" Trinity asked as he hung up, unable to stop the tears now.
"Because this is more than a business deal — I don't care about the company anymore, it would mean nothing if you left me. If you take Miranda and leave, it would not be enough to keep me going,” he answered earnestly. "I love you. I love our family."
"I love you too," she replied, her eyes heavy with unshed happy tears.
"Not as much as I love you," he said.
"Definitely more than you love me," she whispered before she sealed it with a kiss.
?CHRISTMAS DAY?
The long drawn out squeal drew a laugh out of every single member of the room.
It was Christmas morning and after all the wheedling, and cajoling Miranda had done the night before, or tried to, she had finally fallen asleep knowing she was not going to be able to open a single present before Christmas morning.
Trinity smiled at her daughter who mock glared at the three adults who were smiling indulgently at her before she tore into another well wrapped package. The mom in her couldn't help but wince at the flurry of wrapping paper that was littering the floor.
The wife in her was well preoccupied, in her right hand was the celebratory glass of egg nog that Celia had handed to everyone in the room before she returned to the kitchen while her left hand was ensconced in her husband's. In fact her whole left side was glued to his, his hand banding at her waist to keep her there while they laughed at their daughters antics.
Celia was asked to not serve them but the older woman was stubborn.
Their daughter, Michael’s wife.If she allowed herself to think about it, it was easy to get overwhelmed... She was too busy enjoying his hold on her to allow her emotions get the better of her just yet.
But she couldn't deny that the magic was alive, three months since they had wedded and two weeks since the both had confessed their feelings to each other and she still felt the thrill of his touch.
His words, his actions still broke her down and brought tears to her eyes, happy tears… Contented tears.
Another squeal drew her out of her introspective mood to look at the girl brandishing a pair of cleats, wrapping paper discarded carelessly to the side, she couldn't help her sigh.
Michael felt the exhale before he heard it and he squeezed her waist as he turned to look at her with a smile impossible to curb.
She still shook him, her presence still destroyed as much brain cells when she was near and touching him making it a fight to keep a hold on the intensity of his emotions with her.
He didn't want to overwhelm with what he felt, but he was grateful every day for the reality of her, both their presence in his life and the drastic turn his life had taken.
The future of the past him had been so bleak, even now he shuddered at what would have happened if he had not had such an unorthodox thought that day at the hospital.
He nudged her with his cheek, his smile becoming impossibly wide as she turned to him.
