[Action Post] Filho de peixe sabe nadar.
Wishing was something that fools and romantics did; something that a sane man should avoid.
But, Afonso Silva was just that, a fool and a romantic. And so he made silly wishes on silly things, despite the likelihood that it would never, ever come true. But there was no harm in a little wish, was there? Especially one like his. Katya had become more and more busy as the days came by, and speaking with his mother (or being nagged was probably a better term) brought the ever present ticking of the clock of Father Time to a resonating crescendo in his ears. He was nearing thirty years old; he had a girlfriend, but he wasn't married. He had a job and a house, but no family to come home to or children to call his own. It was probably strange for him to have such thoughts (what was he, a pre-menopausal woman? It was almost ridiculous.), but he had them anyway, and that night he clasped his hands together and made a wish; that he'd have a child, a person, someone who could call him their father. But it was just a wish, and he pushed the nagging thoughts from his head that night as he lay his head upon the pillow and fell asleep.
The next day started as every other weekday did. He woke up to the beeping of his alarm, took a shower, shaved the stray pieces of his beard and dressed in his suit. The reporter flicked through news channels as he ate his morning toast and drank his dark coffee, taking the peaceful sunshine of the morning streaming through his windows in for a brief moment of peace before his hectic day began.
Afonso didn't know how 'hectic' his day was about to become. Checking his watch, Afonso stuffed the last piece of toast in his mouth and shut off the TV, putting his shoes on and opening the door to-- a person. Someone standing there. On his doorstep.
The brunette stared with wide, green eyes as he tried to register what just happened. It wasn't every day you opened your door to someone waiting.