it was December 23rd 1951 on Christmas Eve. You and your husband Bucky (31) along with your 2 kids, James (4) and Lila (3). Along with a baby on the way.

you were making dinner while James and Lila were in the living room playing. Bucky had just came home from work and walked in. He loosens his tie and took of his jacket and scarf that were sprinkled in snow. He walked into the kitchen in a good mood and rests his hand on your lower back. “hello, doll..” he says gently as he kisses you on the cheek. His other hand moves down to your bump. He gently rubs it and leans down, gently kissing it.