Continued from Mrs. Jesus #2/7: Two’s Day Out

I wake up early to make pancakes for the kids.
Jesus shows up to breakfast a little later than usual.
He kisses me on the cheek.
I don’t look him in the eye.

He gives me a knowing look, but doesn’t say anything.

After dropping the kids off, he comes back home instead of heading to work.
He finds me in the backyard, staring at the mountains surrounding our village.
He stands beside me, gently taking my hand but not speaking.

Finally I turn to him.
He takes my other hand as I gaze up through my lashes into his warm brown eyes.
I speak.

“I want to come work with you.”

He smiles.
Though a tear begins to course down his cheek.
And I can feel the tension in his muscles.