DYLAN'S POV
My dear wife was looking very scared, and she looked even more beautiful. If only she knew that I too was on the edge; but I kept reminding myself that she was fragile and to be handled with care. If the lion instincts within me were to be followed; I would have jumped up and gulped the poor woman whole. I looked at her and could not help but guzzle. What a beauty she was. Her beauty continued to increase each and every day I looked at her. I surely was madly in love with the woman seated on the corner of the bed.
"Come, Anisha," I stretched my hand and she shyly took it. She moved up the bed, pushing herself up until she was close to me. Her left hand was holding tightly to the bed sheet which she was using to cover herself.
I gently held the left hand, causing her to cringe a little. She undid her tight fisted fingers and left the bed sheet. It was me who slowly removed it, and when I pulled it off, Anisha was quick to pull the bed covers and tried to bury herself under it. It was really funny the way she did it, but since she was already feeling very shy, I dared not laugh at her. I decided to keep it for later. I sure was going to remind her of this day later on.
She held the bed linen with both hands and pulled it up until it covered her face. I think I liked it. It was beautiful to watch.
"Anisha, you don't need to be so scared," I commented.
"I…I need a bit of time," she stammered.
I lay quietly beside her and I could hear her heavy breathing.
"Should I play some soft music? Anything you would like?" I asked her. I really needed to do something to help her calm her nerves.
"I…I like that song. The one we played at our wedding. Please let's play it on repeat continuously."
I did as she said. The voice of Scotty McCreery singing This Is It at a very low volume made everything perfect.
I offered my arm to her and she lay her head on it, starting to relax a bit. The smell of her hair was very beautiful, causing me to bury my face in her hair, breathing in the beautiful scent. I was surprised when after a long time, Anisha stretched out her hand and placed it on my chest. She moved it in circular motions and I could feel the nervousness in all her actions.
"Relax my love," I smiled at her and kissed her lightly on her forehead. I kissed her cheeks and her so inviting lips. Initially she did not respond, but she soon responded to my kisses, and pulled me closer to her.
"Anisha, my dear wife. I'm so happy I finally have you as mine, and me as yours," I said in-between our passionate kisses.
"Me too," she mumbled, bringing her hand to stroke my face. "It's a good thing that the period is not here, after all.." she whispered.
"What?" I did not understand what she meant.
"I'll explain to you later," she laughed.
***.
When the sun's rays shone through the windows, I felt my eyes complaining of the light, and I struggled to open them. I was still sleepy, and I cursed myself for not drawing the sun blockers the night before. Picking up the remote control, I did so quickly; shut my eyes and told myself it was not yet time to wake up. Cuddled in my arms was Anisha, in deep sleep. Of course she needed that deep sleep; we both did, for we had spent the night enjoying each other and having little time to sleep. I looked at the beautiful woman and the scenes from the previous night came back to me. Oh, wasn't she the most precious being alive? I did not want to wake her up, so I just pulled her closer to me and closed my eyes. Sleep must have taken me again, for I slept and woke up after a long time.
"Good morning husband," Anisha whispered in a low, rough voice.
"Umm, my sweet beautiful wife," my voice was also husky.
My phone beeped and I picked it up to see a message from Pete. I just broke into a smile after I read it.
"Who is it?" Anisha asked in a sleepy voice.
"Pete."
"He's disturbing our honeymoon." She teased. "What did he say?"
I opened the message and lifted the phone for her to read:
Hey, I couldn't help but disturb your honeymoon. Sorry. Just one message: please make babies. Amanda needs little friends to play with. Make sure you plant a good seed, de Milo. I won't disturb you any further. Get to work now.
Anisha chuckled and commented, "Pete is naughty. Having kids is the last thing on my mind right now."
"He wants friends for his daughter," I smiled.
"Every child needs some friends. That's why I want many kids. When we finally have them, we must have lots of them!" she said.
"You always say that. I pray one day you will change your mind. I'll be happy with one, maximum two children" I told her truthfully.
"No Dylan, I am the one who prays that you change your mind." She laughed. "We need a lot of children. They need to have each other. Look at you, you have Ciera and Arianna. I think every child should have close siblings that they call their own family. I have always dreamt of a huge family."
She smiled up at me one of her angelic smiles. She was beginning to use those to make me give in to her decisions. I refused to give in…
"We will see when we finally decide to have kids," I said.
She just laughed and took my hand. I was running my fingers through her long hair, it was the best feeling ever. Who would have ever guessed that running one's fingers through the hair of one's wife could bring that much joy and contentment?
"We're going to be here on honeymoon for three whole weeks. Thanks to Pete and Arianna, they planned all of this." I told her.
"Three whole weeks? Will we spend all the time here?" she asked with wide eyes.
"No. We'll be here for a week, and then we will move to other places. A week in every spot. Nice, isn't it?"
"It sounds interesting. Did you know about this plan or it was also a surprise to you?" she asked me.
"Pete once mentioned it in passing, but I did not take him seriously." I yawned lazily.
"I'm so happy we get to spend three weeks together," she hugged me tightly and I hugged her back.
"We're going to visit a glass house. You will love it. Everything in that house is made of glass. It's not the ideal home for anyone, I would say. But it sure is worth visiting for a day or two."
We spoke about a lot of things. We spoke about anything and everything happy, and we avoided any sad parts. Anisha was telling me about her dream home. Of course she had told me before, but she was giving me finer details. From what she was saying, she wanted something smaller than the mansion that we were currently in…
"If its smaller its cozy. And the number of staff can also be reduced. We need some privacy. But, once we have kids, I suggest we move back to the mansion so that our children can grow up with their own suites, just like their dad."
"Do you want something like the Clear Opal Manor? Something as big as that, or even bigger? We can have it, just name what you want." I asked her.
"Umm, I think Clear Opal is too big. But surely, something in those lines would be lovely. I would like it to have fewer floors, but I am absolutely in love with the suites. Each child should have their own suite. And I also want it to have the same rooftop as the one at Clear Opal," she sounded very excited.
"Anything for you, Mrs de Milo." I kissed her.
"But this can be for later. For now, let's just move into a smaller house. Or we may choose to use a part of the mansion, we get it re-decorated to resemble a cozy home. I need the warmth that comes with smaller houses."
"If you say so, my queen," I kissed her again.
"What about you? What do you want for our house?" she looked like a little girl in her excitement.
I had never really thought about that, so; "I haven't given it much thought. I guess I am used to staying in large houses. From the Clear Opal Manor I moved to my mansion, the one closer to the manor, before I moved again to the one where we're staying in now."
"Do you want my idea of staying in a smaller house?" she asked me.
I was silent for a while. I really did not mind. "I want us to do what makes you happy," I told her honestly.
She looked up at me, smiled brightly and tightened her hug on me.
"And do you want…" she was going to ask something else but I cut in before she finished her sentence,
"I want you," I said, pulling her to come on top of me.
"Dylan stop!" she looked like she was going to protest.
"Why should I stop? What's wrong with a husband and wife making love?" I laughed a bit and ran my hands all over her beautiful delicate body. She responded by sliding her hand under my head, giving me even more passion in her hot kisses, electrifying my entire body and making me ask myself what on earth I did to deserve the gem in my hands.