Josh laughed at Alix’s playfulness. Even after ten years and two children, the woman before him was the same cutie he fell in love with. He could still remember that feeling sitting side by side in the library hunch over an Italian textbook. Those lessons were the highlight of his week. He was a stranger in a strange land getting use to a way of life he had only ever read about. He had spent his entire teenage years at boarding school followed by six years in the Military. Just sitting next to a pretty girl felt more fairytale than reality. He never meant to stay in Cambridge long, but Alix kept him there. When he first came to the UK lying came easily. The story that he told everyone, that he still tells, is that he was an Australian with rich parents who lived and worked in Poland. He grew up in some of Eastern Europe's most prestigious boarding schools. 

Josh turned his attention back to his wife [b]“Okay no tofu. But I can’t say no to a bottle or two of wine,”[/b] he said as he kissed his wife on the nose in return. He turned to the wine rack and selected the most expensive bottle they owned. After what he had experienced in the past 48 hours, a bottle of two wouldn’t go a miss.

[b]“Honey, you better start rounding up the Ompa Loompas,”[/b] he said. Playfully tugging on on her black t-shirt. 
[b]“When I’m done in the kitchen and the kids are down, I’ll give you a hand with the laundry.”[/b] Josh flashed Alix a cheeky smile. [b]“Specifically this t-shirt looks like it might need a clean.”[/b] He grabbed the waistband of her jeans and pulled her towards him. [b]“These jeans definitely need a wash”[/b], he whispered into her ear. 

[b]“You better hurry, this wine won’t drink itself.”[/b]