One Drunk Man
He throws a punch, but this drunk man won't knock me out in front of my kids. I can hear them crying in the background while their mom is trying to settle them down. I am trying to aim for his cheeck, if only he will stop moving. I don't want to fight, but no one touches my wife like that except me. He may be a good guy, but his friends sure aern't, so I am not certain on that.
"Jason, it was just an innocent butt slap, you don't have to fight!", I hear Annette say behind me.
"Honey, just take the kids to the car, this will be over soon.", I say while focusing on this man.
I am not the one who picked a fight, I just told him don't ever touch a woman like that, especially someone elses. There is a crowd beginning to form, I must get this over with fast. He runs at me and tries to tackle me but I dodge him like an angry bull to a red fabric. I am getting real irratated now, but I wish to only make one move and be done with this. He stumbles towards me, attempting to make another shot but--BAM! He falls slowly to the concrete and his friends come to his side. They give me dirty looks, but I just stand there and watch them drag him away. My knuckles will be bruised for a few days, but he got what he deserved.
I walk back to my car while the crowd dissapears, and I open the drivers door. The kids are asleep and my wife just looks at me.
"Annette, why are you looking at me like that? I am not the one who started that little mis-hap.", I say starting the car.
"I know my love, It's just... I wanted to enjoy a night with my family, and it seems like I always mess it up.", she says with tears streaking her face.
I grab her by her shoulders and pull her close to me over the console. I embrace her tightly and she weeps onto my chest.
"You never mess anything up, you're an amazing mom and an even better wife, I love you so much.", I say hugging her tighter
"I love you too, thank you.", she says pulling away.
I put on my seat belt, look back at the kids one more time, then to my wife, and start driving to our home.