The humidity caused my curling hair to stick to my neck in sweaty arms. My brow was sheened with sweat. My love, Remus, was playing with water goblets nearby, making the tattle tale sound of deep resonating water music. My baby gurgled, throwing her fat little arms into the air, waiting for Papa to pick her up. On the rough floor of our bungalow, high above ground, on it's tall pillars, the three of us laid. The rain was pouring from the sky in buckets, and the parrots were trilling shrilly.
"Hermione." Remus said, putting his finger tips into the water.
"Yes, Remus?" I replied, tickling my baby on her warm belly. She giggled, grabbing my hand.
"Hello, Domia." Remus said, putting his fingers to the rims of the glasses again. The Indian blankets that we were lying on flashed red, purple and deep cerulean.
"What did you want, Remus?" I asked again, flashing him a smile
"To tell you that I love you. And I love Domia. And I am so very happy here."
"Good, love."
The amazon was beautiful. That is all I can say about it.