After a very long day, albeit a joy filled one, Violet at long last got the kids bathed and tucked into bed and having read to them a few pages of a very short book all three were now sound asleep. She sighed with relief and smiled when Victor took her hand and lead her downstairs and to the living room. It would be the first time they were alone since very early in the day and they were certainly looking forward to being together with no one else around.
Violet kicked off her shoes, tucked her feet under her and sat back on the comfy couch. Victor sat a little away from her and stared at her. She sighed again.
"Are we about to fight again?" she asked staring at the bright lights of the Christmas tree, the only thing illuminating the room.
"We surely will if you keep asking that," he replied with a chuckle.
"I'm sorry, Victor, but I just cannot, will not compromise my values just because it's perfectly acceptable to today's society at large," she said, tiredly. "I've never done so before so… I can't actually say that, can I? The one time I did I paid for it with my reputation which took a long time to repair. Well, I won't do that again."
Victor remained quiet for a few minutes staring at the angel at the top of the tree.
"Are you not going to say anything?" she asked after what she thought was a very long time.
"I'm formulating a response," he said, in true lawyer fashion.