Page 103 of Rainstorm

Which was precisely my plan for the weekend.

Breathe her.

Own her.

Live her.

Roselynn was like one of those catchy songs you can’t get out of your head that repeats over and over again. Over the years, I’d discovered that sometimes the tune was faster and more cheerful, sometimes the rhythm was slower and more seductive, but no matter what, the tune was always there.

Ever present.

Vibrating.

Rippling between us.

It was already getting dark by the time we approached our destination, a Spanish colonial style luxury hotel, set on top of a small hill with fantastic views.

Rose was resting against my chest as we sat in the back of the hotel pick up, watching the sunset through the window, while I gently caressed her silky dark hair, so deeply in love with her, but more than that, deeply grateful to have all of my dreams right here in my arms.

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The photos on the hotel website had done little justice to the amazing landscape set out in front of us. After settling in our room, we were both looking forward to a hot shower, so that was the first thing we did.

Then we went out on our balcony, chilling as we relaxed with a glass of white wine, Rose in a thin silk robe, while I just slung a towel around my hips. Our third floor room overlooked the ocean, and gave us complete privacy, which was why I’d reserved this particular suite. But however wonderful the outlook, my eyes refused to concentrate on anything other than my wife.

On her sexy bare legs.

On the silky soft skin her short robe left exposed.

Of course she had changed over the years, just as I had. The budding flower that I had fallen in love with had opened her petals, becoming the most beautiful, precious blooming flower.

I wanted to be like the prince who protected his precious flower under a glass urn. But I knew that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t do that with Roselynn. She needed air, sun, freedom to open up to the world and flourish, to reach her full potential, so I’d always given her my total support in whatever she wanted to do, to help her succeed in whatever project she focused on.

But after five happy years of marriage, I had something else in mind, a different kind of project I wanted us to focus on now.

“Do you think maybe the time has come?” I tentatively asked, carefully observing her reaction.

“You’re tired? You want to go to bed now, get some rest?” she asked.

Hell, yeah! I wanted us to go to bed. But not to rest.

“That’s not what I meant,” I said, feeling strangely insecure. “What I’m trying to say is…maybe the time has come for us to start thinking about making a small addition to our family?”

She stared at me, eyes wide open. Was she horrified? But when a smile began to pull at her beautiful lips, I knew I’d gotten the response I was hoping for.

“You want us to start a family? You want to make babies with me?”

Did she really need to ask? Wasn’t it obvious?

“Of course I want to make babies with you.” I grinned back. ‘I am the king of the world.’ I wanted to scream. “And I want our children to have their own children. I want to get old with you, Roselynn. I want to love you for the rest of my life.”

“We’ve had five years to practice, so what do you say we set about trying for real pretty soon?”

Her dazzling smile completely obscured the brightness of the moon and stars in the sky above.

None of them shone more brightly than the light from my wife.

She carried the sunshine inside her, and from that same light our children would be born. A part of her and a part of me.

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