Dance
'Come here, you, and dance with me.' Patrick smiled once he had set up the record player in the sitting room of his flat and Jim Reeve's soft voice started to filter out of it as he began to approach his wife as she lay comfortably on the settee, Shelagh smiling radiantly up at him as she continued to draw soothing circles into the round swell of her belly with the palm of her hand. She couldn't stifle the gentle giggle that escaped her when her husband proffered his hand to her with a dashing twinkle in his gentle brown eyes, a loving sigh escaping her as she rolled her eyes good-naturedly before she started to push herself up into a sitting position and slipped her hand slowly into Patrick's as his free hand slid around to her lower back in order to aid her in standing. 'My beautiful girl.' He sighed as he drew Shelagh close and pressed his palm tenderly into her lower back through her dress, his wife smiling up at him as her light blue eyes glistened enchantingly behind her glasses and she allowed the hand that wasn't held in his to settle upon his strong shoulder.
'So your idea of a "beautiful girl" is one that's as big as a whale and who can't stand from a settee without assistance, is it?' She raised her brow at him with a light smirk as she allowed him to lead her through their dance and he brushed his thumb against the small of her back through the floral fabric of her dress, her heart beginning to race when he blessed her with that dashing side-smile of his.
'It is when the woman in question is carrying my baby after three years of believing that we would never be able to conceive.' He admitted gently when he leaned his forehead against hers and she nuzzled the tip of her nose delicately against the bridge of his, a precious sigh escaping her when he covered her perfect mouth with his and brushed a long and slow kiss against her soft lips. 'But your appearance isn't the only thing that I find beautiful about you, Shelagh, because I fell in love with you long before Timothy and I found you on that road and I'd never been fortunate enough to get a glimpse of your incredible body before that day.' He couldn't help but chuckle softly when he saw his wife's cheeks burn slightly before she buried her face into his shoulder, his heart swelling with the deep love that he held for her when he turned his head to press his lips against the soft honey-blonde hair that she had recently let down from its neat up-do. 'The thing that I find most beautiful about you is your heart.' He admitted as he allowed he to burrow sleepily into his neck and a soft smile spread across his lips when he felt her brush several slow kisses against his neck, her tongue dancing along his warm skin. 'For as long as I've known you, you've never been anything other than loving and compassionate to everyone. To our children, to the Sisters, to the Nurses, to me and to your patients, and there aren't words to describe just how beautiful that makes you to me.'
There were gentle tears sparkling in her eyes when she drew back from his shoulder with a small smile upon her rosy lips.
'I love my job, Patrick.' She admitted gently. 'I love this Sisters and I love the Nurses and I love you so incredibly much, too, but I can't tell you how much I love our children because there aren't words to describe the feeling that I get whenever I'm around them. I know that Timothy and Angela aren't mine by blood and I know that I didn't carry the two of them inside my body like I'm doing with this little one,' She released her husband's hand in order to lower hers to the round swell of her belly and run her palm soothingly across the expanse of it through her dress, her heart racing when she felt an unmistakable kick. 'But I might as well have done considering how much I love them. I don't think I could love them more even if I had given birth to them and I was their biological mother.' Patrick kissed her tenderly upon her warm forehead.
'Tim and Angela love you so much, Shelagh.' He reassured her. 'And there is no doubt in my mind that this little one,' He covered her small hand with his larger one upon her belly before lacing their fingers slowly. 'Is going to be just as besotted with you.'
'I love you, Patrick.' She whispered as she stepped slightly further into him, the round swell of her belly preventing her from pressing herself flush against him as he slipped his arm around her waist once more.
'I love you too, Shelagh.' He grazed the tip of his nose against her own. 'Now come here and kiss me.'
He felt his heart swell with love for her at the soft giggle that she released before she rose up onto her tiptoes and placed her hand upon the back of his neck, her free hand coming to settle upon his chest as his hand pressed firmly into the small of her back once again in order to stabilize her as she drew him down into a long and slow kiss. Their kisses remained chaste and innocent for just a few minutes before Patrick felt his wife trace the seam of his lips with her tongue, the hand that wasn't on her back coming up to tangle in her honey-blonde hair as he parted his lips beneath hers and allowed her to deepen their kiss. The two of them became so lost in one another's affections that they didn't even notice when the music came to an end and the only sound to be heard was the scratching of the record and the soft smacking of their lips as they kissed passionately and their tongues danced at their own pace, their fingers running warmly through one another's hair as they released deep hums and sighs of satisfaction into the other's mouth.
Hmm. Perhaps not all dancing required the use of the feet.
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