Another kind of wedding night
After a difficult day how do our gorgeous couple make the night theirs? A light hearted peak into their bedroom.
"Kate's waiting for me in bed."
"Alan's gone to Halifax; he didn't take the Lexus; I don't know if he's coming back."
'My God she doesn't even get that Kate and I just want to be alone.'
Caroline refused to be drawn into any discussion about Alan; after all in her mind, this debacle was of his making. She was weary; weary of the conflict; weary of the concentric yet spiralling circles she and her mother seemed to move in all the time. Her wedding day, her beautiful new wife waiting for her; waiting to consummate the most precious love they had just professed; yet here she was hurting, angry, tired of her life always seeming to come second.
Celia turned and walked away; Caroline switched off the kitchen light and made for the stairs. 'If only I'd done what Kate said and left the bloody dishes, I wouldn't have had to see her; have that sordid conversation.'
The bedroom was lit with several perfumed candles, and their music played discretely in the background. Caroline stopped inside the door to take it all in; she closed her eyes and attempted to erase the last ten minutes. Kate walked out of the en-suite and over to her wrapped in a lilac silk robe.
"I heard the heated voices darling, are you alright?"
"Yes, I suppose so. Not content with ignoring my wedding, she thought it was ok to take up my wedding night with her problems."
Kate felt her heart lurch; she knew what an impact Celia's selfishness always had on her beautiful Caroline. Tonight, just for once, she would have liked there to be peace, acceptance and that her new wife felt relaxed and loved. She had taken the time to make sure she did her part to make the night special. Turning up the music slightly, Kate gently pulled Caroline to the side of the bed where she sat her down, standing in front of her, opening her robe; she pressed her wife's face onto her swollen tummy next to their growing baby.
"She's very busy in there tonight; I think she's had an exciting day." Caroline kissed Kate's belly and looked up at her, eyes filling with tears. "I don't know what I've ever done to deserve you and our baby, and the way you love me; all of me; unconditionally." Kate stroked her face and bent over to kiss the top of her head.
She carried a box over from the chair by the window; opening it she lifted out a matching cornflower blue silk robe. She laid it on the bed beside Caroline and slowly, without breaking eye contact, began to undress her. Caroline's eyes remained locked into her wife's as she felt the warm loving hands dancing over her body, inch by inch taking away all the barriers to their nakedness. Kate wrapped the beautiful robe around Caroline who fingered it and smiled "thank you it's lovely." "Go and have a lovely warm shower darling it'll help you to relax."
Kate eased herself on to the bed after pouring a chilled glass of champagne for Caroline; another glass with a mouthful for herself. She arranged the pillows so that Caroline could lie up against her without the baby bump in the way.
As she let the warm water cascade over her body, Caroline felt a deep sense of regret that she had not taken the trouble to book a hotel for the night – late checkout – special breakfast. The whole thing had been so rushed and she let that slip, put it in the too hard basket; justifying it by thinking they would take a break when the baby was born. At this moment she wished she'd taken the trouble. Just the idea that there were other people in the house tonight played into her disappointment. As she dried herself she decided that in the morning, first thing, she and Kate would slip away for the day and night. She would square it with Beverley to take Monday off. She would leave a message for John and ask him to see to the boys' transport.
'Yep, that's a much better plan.' It cheered her up.
Walking back into the room, she looked over at Kate who positively glowed as she patted the bed for Caroline to come and lay in her arms. The lilac robe was lying across the end of the bed; Caroline removed hers and laid it on top.
"Caroline, thank you for today; for coming out of hiding for us." They chinked their champagne glasses together and sipped the bubbles, resting in the quiet music and the feel of skin on skin.
Caroline whispered; "It's your strength that's got us here. I was lying in bed last night, looking at you and thinking what my life would be like of you hadn't come back on Christmas Eve."
Kate began to massage Caroline's temples and stroke through her hair; she knew that it relaxed her and she could feel the tension of the day dissipating under her fingertips. It was gentle yet pervasive; it felt as if Kate were opening every cell and replacing whatever was hurting, with love. Deep sighs emanated as she let it all go.
Suddenly Caroline's mobile vibrated on the table beside her; "Shit, what now?" Kate prevented her from reaching for it. She took the phone and looked at it, it was Celia. She quickly turned the phone off completely. "Who was it?" "Not sure, can't say I recognise the number." Caroline looked at her and smiled; she knew full well that was not true. "Was it my mother?" "Mmm, but I don't think we want to speak to her right now do we?" She covered Caroline's mouth with hers before she could utter a sound.
Caroline reached up and pulled Kate gently down the bed. Over the last couple of months they had developed an almost tantric way of pleasuring each other. Kate's baby bump had started to hamper their love of lying close, maximum skin to skin contact which they found sensual and complete. Now they loved stroking, fingers and tongues, every inch slowly and purposely explored.
"I love you Caroline, more than I can put into words."
"I know, I have no doubt of that and you know how much I love you and more than that, I need you."
Their loving was deep and passionate. It confirmed the vows they'd made; the forever nature that had become a reality in such a short few months since their reconciliation. Kate had brought this about so profoundly on Christmas Eve; showing Caroline how to stand strong in the presence of her family and friends and leave them in no doubt about who she was and who she loved. In turn, Caroline had burst with happiness at her opportunity to mend her broken heart and restore her hope and dreams. Since then, it had been all about the future; the past was now in the past; neither felt the need to dwell on what had happened to them.
"Kate darling,"
"Mmm"
"I've sort of made an executive decision; in the morning when we wake up I'm going to book a room at Middlethorpe Hall; it's a gorgeous hotel and spa and we're going to spoil and pamper ourselves."
"What about work Caroline."
"Nope, nope, not tomorrow; I'll square it all with Beverley in the morning. I'm cross with myself for not thinking of it for tonight. We'll slip out early and have a lovely breakfast somewhere and then drive to York."
She rolled Kate onto her side and spooned in behind her, whispering; "Only the best for you my beautiful new wife."
Kate shuffled her body backwards so that she was tightly pressed up against Caroline. It was a snug fit and exquisitely warm and comforting. Caroline's arm lay lightly around her waist, her face resting against the back of her neck. Moments later they were both asleep.
Caroline was up resting on her pillows busy on her Ipad when Kate came back from her fourth pee. "Your mum's car's gone."
"Yea, she's the sort that sits outside the newsagent waiting for her Daily Mail."
Caroline finished her booking; then sent an email message to John asking him to deliver the boys to their various places. Just as she was about to shut her Ipad, a message from Gillian popped up.
It was unpleasant. After showing it to Kate who brushed it off, she answered shaking her head 'God here we go another negative to start to the day'. Then looking at Kate, who was smiling, she put the Ipad away and pulled her into a long and passionate kiss. "Ok Mrs McKenzie-Dawson, let's get up, pack and sneak away before anyone sees us."
Caroline opened Lawrence's door quietly, both he and Angus were still sound asleep. "Lawrence." She gently shook his shoulder. "Mm? What's up Ma?"
"Kate and I are going away for today and tomorrow; we'll be home tomorrow evening. Your dad's coming to pick you up later this morning."
"Ok Ma, have a nice time both of you."
"Thanks sweetheart." Reaching the door, Caroline looked back. "Oh and Lawrence, ask him to pick up some milk on the way over will you?"