Addicted to appleseeds

His wife, Miranda was standing there on a phone call, they had a daughter. "Miranda." he called her, she turned around and grinned at him, her white teeth shining. They were two small foxes, she picked up her daughter, whose name was Lola. She gave Lola a small kiss on the nose before pulling away, she looked at her husband

"Yes, my dear?" she replied sweetly, cradling Lola.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek, he backed up "don't make so many calls, dear" he advised kindly, his voice sweet and gentle as the autumn air blew in from the cracked door.

"Honey I gotta do it for my work." she replied in a strong, Russian accent.

He smiled, she swept her bushy tail across the floor, the small bow in her brown hair blowing a bit. She put the old phone back where it belonged, she looked into his eyes, he looked back into hers. He smiled at her, she cradled Lola in her arms. Most importantly, they were happy, life was running smoothly for them. He looked at the door, she walked over to him.

The two were newlyweds, they had gotten married a week before Lola had been born. She placed Lola in her cradle and looked at her husband, he looked at the door. "I love you.." she cooed before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I-I love you too, Miranda." he replied sweetly.

Miranda put her paw on his, he looked at her, the skirt of her small, polka dot dress blowing in the wind as the sun shone in through the windows, giving everything a bright glow. She sighed deeply "well, I have to make another phone call sweetheart-" he swept her around and pressed his nose against hers, she smiled and closed her eyes, his eyes were also shut.

He was affectionate, his love for her burnt within his heart like a wildfire, not just a candle. He gently let her go, smiling warmly as she walked off to the phone which she lifted up. "Hello?" she answered the phone, her eyes widened "okay-okay yeah..... yeah.. mhmmm.."

The two were young, he hated seeing his wife and daughter like this. He especially despised having to watch Miranda leave for work, he wanted to take her out and treat her like a queen. He walked over to the door, walked over to her, she looked anxious. He looked into her brown eyes, she looked back into his eyes. She hung up and put the phone down, he walked over to her.

"Hey, the futures gonna be bright, I just know it." He stated enthusiastically, she chuckled.

five years later

"Yeah, I'm leaving Lola at daycare.." Marinda stated, the phone up to her ear "yeah, yeah, I'm heading o-out to...-yeah, yeah, you know, same thing every day."

He sat there with one leg over the other "I'll pick up Lola when I get back, Alex is staying here.. Yeah.. yeah." she hung up after a minute, throwing the phone down "this has put a number on me Al."

Alex looked over, he saw one grey streak in her hair "you don't have to work anymore, we have the money.."he explained sweetly, she sighed at him, her ear twitching.

"my mother told me if I didn't work, I wasn't a good wife." she replied, her accent now weak, he stood up and walked over to her. "Doroteya." he spoke. her eyes widened.

"don't ever call me that again!" she fussed, running out the door and slamming it.

He looked at the door, all he wanted was for her to stop and relax. He heard the car loudly pull off as she sped down the road with Lola in the back seat. He walked over to the shelf and picked up a picture of the two before marriage, he just stared at it, the picture seemed to smile back at him.

''Doroteya Chaykovsky watched as Alex came off the plane, she looked at him, she lived in a tiny house with gravel floors, she was completely alone. He walked over to her with a translator, she grinned and began to speak, he couldn't understand her but he could only look into her eyes, she looked at him, her eyes were so bright and she seemed lively.''

And that same liveliness in her gaze met his, he continued to stare at the picture. He put the picture up to his nose and closed his eyes, he sat there till nightfall when she opened the door, he looked over. "Miranda!" he greeted her lovingly, she looked over and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. He walked over to the door, he knocked lightly, she didn't answer.

"Miranda, I'm sorry." he stated desperately "just let me back into you're heart!"

Miranda looked down, her eyes welling with tears. She locked the door before he could open it "Miranda, sometimes it's good to.. face old..."

She was silent "sometimes it's good to face old problems, you mean?" she asked, her voice now raspy.

"Just come out Miranda, we can talk this through." he replied warmly, she slightly opened the door and looked out, he was there, smiling warmly at her with open arms.