It was only the first day of our honeymoon but we were already on a fantastic start. It was autumn now and Paris was never lovlier. Everybody tells you to go Paris in the springtime but I find that overrated as we stepped off the train and into the crisp, cool air. The trees that are baby pink the in the spring are now a bright orange and wine red. If I had to choose colors for Maria, I would choose those same colors. She's a very warm and very deep woman. God, do I love her.
The look on her face as we got deeper into the city was priceless. She found beauty in all the places I have come to take for granted. She made me fall harder in love with the city I already adored. The quiet chaos that ran the city ran Maria's spirit. The way she would almost skip down the streets with her hand in mine made me grin like mad all day. Even though she is very deep, like I say, she is also very child-like. Very exuberant and so full of life that I thought it no wonder my children took to her so well.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked me as she took a bite of her coq au vin that she and I had for dinner that evening.
"Yes, I am."
"I don't think I've ever seen you so happy. Even on our wedding day."
"Oh, believe me, Maria. I was happy."
"I was nervous," she confesses, still taking bites of her chicken in between.
"Why?"
"I never thought I would see the day when I would be married," she gulps down her explanation with a mouthful of white wine. "Nor have children. I've got them all in one day."
"Would you like to have children of our own?"
"Georg," she says, taking my hand. "Whatever will be, will be. Besides, I like to think we have children of our own. Not taking anything away from their birth mother."
"I love you," I bend over slightly to kiss her lips.
"I love you, too," she says, fully participating in my kiss.
"You know I'm not very hungry," I confess.
"Well, that's a shame," she says, going back to her dinner. "I'm very hungry."
"Well, so am I but not for food."
"Georg Von Trapp," she says, grinning. I politely asked for the check while she ungraciously stuffed her pretty face. As soon as she finshed and I paid the bill, it was off to our hotel. We had a lovely hotel suite on the top floor where it seemed like the ground was a million miles down and you could kiss the sky. While me and Maria made love, the moon and the stars shined down on us like it was a blessed event.
Love making must really wear me out because I fell right to sleep after that. I awoke at around three in the morning to see Maria outside on the balcony. I got up to find her in nothing but a coat and panties.
"What in the world are you doing out here?" I asked, throwing on my robe over my pajamas. "Aren't you cold?"
"Not really," she replied, staring absent-mindly at the stars. Her white panties seemed to glow in the dark from where I was standing. Her peachy flesh seemed to sparkle like sand on the beach. Her cleavage showed through her only half-zippered up coat.
"And you wanted to be a nun?" I asked, getting cheeky.
"Hmmm?" That was when she looked down at herself. I was waiting for her to cover up but she wasn't going to. I was amazed by that.
"You aren't going to cover up?"
"Why should I? I have nothing to hide."
"I can see that. You're giving Paris quite the view as far as I'm concerned."
"Oh Georg, I don't care about anyone's view but yours," she said, wrapping her arms around me. "How do you like the view?"
"Well, who's getting cheeky now?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her now. "All right, I do love the view, my cherie amour."
"What?"
"My darling love."
"Oh," she say, snuggling in closer.
"Let me enjoy the view in the bedroom," I whisper in her ear. "I'm cold and need to warm up."
"Whatever you say," she chuckles as we go inside still wrapped around each other. It was amzing how it was forty celsius between her and me and only five celsius in Paris that night.
