877 A Storm Brewing

Twain was lying on the big bed at home. He was awakened by the morning sun.

"Good morning, champion manager."

Shania laid next to him, drawing circles on Twain's chest with her hair.

Twain squinted his eyes as he looked out the window at the bright white sunshine and groggily asked, "What time is it?"

"9:47." Shania glanced sideways at the small alarm clock placed on the bedside table and continued to play the game of tracing shapes with her hair across Twain's chest.

Twain watched Shania and felt a warm feeling rise within his heart.

This was the most important person in his life, so he could not hide it any longer.

"Jor."

"Hmmm?" Shania was a little surprised, and she stopped her hand movements. It's important to know that although "Jor" was Shania's nickname, Tony rarely called her by that name. He had always called her by the name "Shania" since they first met.

"Have you thought about where we're going for the holidays?"