You hear the elevator ding as you get off onto your floor. The hotel had a grand spacious design to its hall. You couldn't help but admire it as you passed along, pulling your suitcase. More and more, you were eager to try out the bed. Tired from a long drive across the Canadian countryside.
Right now, you were also grateful you left the kids at home. No doubt they'd running like little terrors. You had three. Though to be technical, only two were yours. Your oldest, Yumi, was seven. She was also the product of your wive's ex boyfriend, Harry, a prick who frankly didn't deserve a child. Let alone as lovely and sweet a daughter as Yumi was. But hey. His loss. Your gain. Boy did you gain. Two wonderful toddlers were probably sleeping away at home. Vincent, five, and Graham. Who was three. Your two wonderful sons. Fine gifts that you cherished alongside the woman who gifted them to you.
Ah.. yes. Jennifer. How lucky you were there. To think she could have wound up stuck with Harry forever. But that fool. Apparently, he detested the concept of responsibility and fatherhood. Traits your in-laws had noticed. Sadly, Jennifer always had a thing for guys with motorcycles and no fear. But history has a funny way of correcting its own course. After the jerk face had dumped her, she needed a place to stay. And your best friend, Shane Sato, now your brother in law, had a friend to turn to. And so you met and connected with the girl of your dreams!
It was strange reflecting on Jennifer then. This short, curvaceous young Japanese woman soaking in the rain as Shane dropped her off. Her dark hair was shorter then, a pixie cut adopted in defiance of her parents. These days, she'd grown it out, it now easily spilling over her shoulders onto her back. Her face quickly made an impression, round eyes set close together, a long nose, chubby cheeks. Unconventional for some, but it grew on you as you grew to know the personality beneath. Plus she had a mouth practically crafted for smiling with its wide lips and pearly white teeth. Though sometimes it was also used for yelling and swearing. She never quite lost her potty mouth. Thankfully she never yelled at you or the kids.
To her credit, since meeting you, she'd repaired her relationship with her parents. A fact you were proud of. Despite mistakes, she was an attentive guardian to Yumi and the rest of you. Seeing as you took a gamble, bringing a pregnant woman into your home, she never went a day without some kind of gesture of love toward you. Not that seven years of marriage was anything to gawk at either.
Seven years brought a few other changes as well. For one, your career has steadily improved. First a little programmer minding his own business, then a team lead, now soon to be a department head. Jenny couldn't be prouder. In retrospect, it was the best timing too. Jennifer was able to stay home the last 6 years. Some of her girlfriends were snobby about Jen being the dutiful housewife. But she genuinely seemed to grow accustomed to it. The kids were your life. Their direct care a responsibility she grew to relish. Plus it wasn't like you didn't have hobbies. She'd watch tv and movies while they slept. Tested out great recipes in the kitchen. Oh yeah... that little issue. Jennifer, being home so much, and not devoting much energy outside the kids, may have gained some weight. Already pretty curvaceous for her five foot two frame, she'd certainly expanded sideways as pregnancy and home duties tend to do. In fact, you quickly got a reminder of this issue as you heard your wife trail behind you. Returning from parking the car like she'd offered.
"Hey! Hon? A little help please?" Jennifer asked sweetly. You turned.
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