Married Life…Now and Always
Dancing in his arms in white satin and lace, she smiled at the handsome man and said, “I love you…”
Jealous, her husband cut in.
Serena blushed.
“Sorry, DAD,” Darien tried out the new name on his father in law. “Even former presidents can’t take my beautiful wife from me for long…”
Serena smiled, and went into her husband’s arms, as he held her closely.
“Hmm…Serena Rebecca Larynce Dredsdale…long name, but it feels so wonderful to hear!” she craned her head back to look up at the ceiling of the tent, as if looking to heaven.
Darien kissed her neck, and then cheek as she looked to him again. “It’s a beautiful name…I love it…”
Serena giggled against his cheek. “Not as much as I love knowing that I am your wife!”
“That sounds even better…”
“How about I love you?”
“That’s music…Honey, if you keep this up, I probably will never let you go…”
“Can I get that in writing?” she laughed in his arms.
She looked peaceful, her face turned to the window of the train, the sunlight filtering down on her face, catching in her golden hair, pooling at that arch of her neck, and glittering on her soft eyelashes. She looked peaceful, and he caressed her hand, and brought it to his lips.
She fell into his chest cozily and leaned on him as he placed his chin over her golden mass of hair, kissing her temple, her ear, and tracing a line all the way down her neck, and nuzzling at the crook of her neck, feeling rather lazy himself.
“Tickets?”
The attendant looked him questioningly.
Darien took both from his pocket and the attendant punched holes in them.
Serena smiled in his hold, as the attendant smiled to them, “I hope you and your wife enjoy Washington…”
“We already are…” Darien whispered into Serena’s ear, as he saw her a sliver of smile pass through her lips.
It was 5:30 pm. She was home early today. Now that she took only taught two days of classes at Harvard, things were better for her. Most of her meetings were done via computer and phone now, and Serena, though not spending as much time AT Cambridge, still spent as much time working with the people there.
Today wasn’t a work day, though. She had to go up to rearrange a few courses though, and that was a meeting early this morning.
The minute she closed the door, she fell back on it, closing her eyes and smiling. It was over. Two days away, even though it was only two days, was still torture.
But now, she was home, and she’d be with her husband, and perhaps they’d go out to eat tonight at a beautiful restaurant. Then perhaps they’d go to a movie, or walk around a while and then warm up at a cafe.
She wrenched off the beige pumps, and tugged at her beige suit jacket buttons, and went up the stairs in the penthouse apartment.
She found her husband already asleep on the bed. She pulled off the blazer, and pulled off the annoying pantyhose, and decided that there was nothing more romantic than just spending the night in your husband’s arms.
She promptly slipped into bed in her blouse and skirt, and hugged her husband. She felt the sensation of being moved closer to him, as he put his arms around her, kissed her forehead, and whispered, “Welcome home…”
They walked up the steps to the Castle at 5:30, arguing.
“We wouldn’t have been this late if you had done your Christmas shopping earlier.”
“Give me a break!”
“I would, but I give you too many already.”
“It’s not my fault I’m pregnant.”
“Back to the point, why did you suddenly decide you absolutely HAD to go out and buy a present this morning at eleven o’ clock?”
“Mrs. Dredsdale, your mother…” the maid who opened the door began.
“…Is very worried about you,” they both completed, rolling their eyes.
As they entered the house, Darien took her hand, and held it possessively. “We’ll probably be grounded.”
“We needed a vacation anyway,” she smiled, leaning into him, and kissing him sweetly on the lips.
“I love you, Serena.”
“I love you, too.”
The End
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Copyright 1998 by Crystal Heart
