In Her Eyes
As he sat there, in the chair across the room, his eyes never wavered from his young bride asleep in the tangled sheets of their King size bed. Two days into marriage and he still felt like he was dreaming, too scared to close his eyes and find that this had all been some sort of dream.
Alas this wasn't a dream, they were married and now on the luxurious honeymoon that he had planned. Six weeks in Paris. Six weeks of privacy. Six weeks to finally get his young bride all to himself, no children, no work, just the two of them.
As he sat there, his mind drifted back to that night, the night he realised that his last chance of happiness may have been lost to him forever.
He sat in his study, tumbler of scotch in one hand and her note in the other. His bow tie was hung loosely around his neck and his dinner jacket was thrown over a nearby chair. Why? Why had she left? Was it the dance? Did I scare her? These were the questions he had been asking himself for the last hour or so since he had found the note. He had been waiting for her to join the rest of the party, in fact he had secretly became quite excited over the prospect of Maria joining in, but when she hadn't arrived he had suspected that she had simply slipped off to bed. He had found the note just as he had bid Elsa goodnight.
What he couldn't understand was the sudden urgency. Why couldn't Maria have told him face to face that she longed to go back to abbey? Maybe then he could've persuaded her to stay. What about the children? What was he going to tell them? He rubbed his temples trying to at least get some sort of clear head.
Georg rested his head back on the chair and closed his eyes, all of a sudden he could smell that faint smell of lavender, the smell that reminded him so much of her. He could feel her in his arms as he spun her round during the dance they had shared not 3 hours ago. The moment he felt her breath on his skin, the moment he almost lost himself in her beautiful blue eyes. The eyes he longed to be looking into now.
"Georg? Darling, is everything alright?" He was suddenly pulled out of his reverie but the melodic voice of his wife. Maria was standing in front of him with a sheer pink, satin robe tied loosely around her waist, underneath was her matching negligee. She began to run her finger through his slightly greying hair.
The sight of his wife made Georg's breath catch in his throat, he sighed as he felt her delicate fingers lace through his hair. "My love, everything is better than alright" he took her hand and gently kissed her finger tips and then her wedding ring. Wordlessly he lifted his wife into his arms and carried her the few short steps back to the bed.
As he placed her onto the bed he looked into her eyes, it was there that he could see his future, he could see the life he was going to have with Maria, a life where he knew that he could face any obstacle that would come in his way. Silently he bent forward and tenderly kissed her lips. He had found his life, his life was in the arms of his wife, now and forever.