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Though my soul may set in darkness, It will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

Saturday Night, June 2nd
The Mayor's office, then elsewhere

The day started out fine enough; a bright, sunny day filled with promise and no real obligations. Wanda wanted to wake early enough to go to the market to talk to the vendors, Rose was babbling something about strawberries, and since I had no pre-set plans I was more than happy to tag along with my two beautiful girls.

And for a hour or so, it was just as I imagined it would be. Rose's dress and fingers stained red, Wanda chatting and animated... then the first person trotted up to talk to her in worried tones. Then the second. Before long the whole market was abuzz with the news; the Carnival Diabolique had returned. I had no real memory of it, but it seemed that everyone else did, and those memories were not of the kind variety. With a false smile and a tightness around the eyes, Wanda abandoned the market to head to her office and assess the problem...

that was roughly twelve hours ago. Now it's my turn to do damage control. Tommi was happy to come over and watch her favourite 'Niece', and after a story and a goodnight kiss, I grab a bottle of meade and head over to fetch my wife.

The front of the building and main room is dark as I let myself in, but I see a light from the private office in the back. I shake my head and push her door open.

"Madame Mayor, I believe quitting time was several hours ago. Racking up the overtime on the tax payers dime, are we?" I ask with a mock stern look as I lean in the doorway.

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We shall have to move soon. Eventually. Cannot stay away all night... most of it, but not all. For now... I am content to lie here and stare at the sky and listen to the soft breathing of my wife. Which, admitted, is a much quieter sound than the ones she was keening to the heavens just a few minutes ago. Just the memory of it brings a smile to my lips.

Wanda's fingertips ghost across my mouth and with a chuckle I take her hand and kiss it. Another few minutes. By then I might be able to---

"So this is what it feels like to be completely and utterly happy." Wanda's soft voice breaks into my thoughts. I turn on my side and prop myself up to look into her eyes. Very gently, I reach up to touch a tear shimmering at the corner of her eye, and wipe it away. In another lifetime, before I became--- me, there is a memory; I-we-He... asked her that once. What made her happy. She became sad because she did not know.

"You should feel like that, always." I run my hand through her hair as I sit up, then gather her onto my lap and kiss her.

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The kiss is a long, sweet thing. It does not turn heated; but it has a promise all it's own. Of a future, and security, and above all that; love.

When we finally pull away, I lay my head against his shoulder and smile up at him. "You keep kissing me like that, the grin will need to be surgically removed from my face." I inform Kent, and give him a hug. "But thank you, for reminding me that it's okay to be happy. I forget that sometimes."

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I can't help but laugh and kiss the top of her head. "Nah... you are adorable when you smile. You will just have to find a way to be intimidating and stern while grinning like a idiot." The idea of her telling off disgruntled townsfolk with that giddy smile she gets is a highly amusing one.

"But thank you, for reminding me that it's okay to be happy. I forget that sometimes."

"No, you forget that quite a lot." My voice is gentle as I correct her, but there is no condemnation in it. "You spend so much time being a strong, determined woman that you forget to relax, and to enjoy life." I manage to rise and draw her up with me.

Here we are, stark naked in the middle of a field where there is a possibility of being discovered, and yet I could care less. Her and I together like this seems like the most natural thing in the world.

"Promise me, Wanda. That you will take time to smile, to laugh, to just be happy?" I ask her, taking her hands in mine as I look down into her eyes.

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Kent points out that I am not a happy person normally, and I feel badly for he is not wrong. I keep holding my breath; like waiting for the other shoe to drop. Except for the occasional oddity, or my ex-husband's erratic visits, nothing has truly been terrible in our lives.

And I am so afraid that will change at any given moment. That I will wake up, or blink and he will be gone again. That dreams will start walking the streets again, or that we all will forget.

Or that Rose will follow in her father's footsteps. Or he will hurt her if she doesn't. There are nights where sleep will not come because I can't breathe well; the fear of such things is so overwhelming.

He draws me up and takes my hands. "Promise me, Wanda. That you will take time to smile, to laugh, to just be happy?"

I want to, for him. He deserves a happy, normal wife and not this neurotic mess that play acts at being happy.

"I'll try, I promise to try." I say quietly, but truthfully.

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"I'll try, I promise to try."

Well, it is not exactly what I wanted to hear, but she is earnest so I shall take that as a start. I nod and bring her hands up to kiss them.

"Thank you, wife."

The hour is growing late. Wanda needs to sleep, and I should walk Tommi home. With a last, quick kiss, I start to find out clothes and gather up our things. Wanda has already tossed her bra into the picnic basket, and is back into her dress by the time I pull my jeans back on.

"Ummmm... do you see my panties anywhere?" She asks, feeling around on her hands and knees in the dark as I start to pull up my zipper. My cock stirs back to life as I watch her, the idea of getting back into my jeans abandoned.

"No, I do not see them, but I think I can help you out..." I murmur sinking to my knee's behind her. I place my hands on her hips and gently pull her back toward me until she can feel exactly how I plan to help out. She gasps and looks back over her shoulder...
then wiggles her ass and grins.

Forgetting she was looking for them is one way to help, right?