My Little Shadow
In the morning, after they had consummated their love, Glinda woke up to find that Chanter was smiling over at her.
"Good morning my beautiful bride. Did you sleep alright?" Chanter cooed as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. "Sure did, like a baby." Glinda said.
"I love the fact that I get to wake up and see you staring back at me. You have no idea how many nights went by that I imagined what it would be like to wake up next to you. Believe me, my imaginings weren't half as good as this." He said as he ran his hand down her side and finally rested it on her hip.
She smiled, and pulled him close to her. So close that their bodies were like one. It was unclear where one body started and the other ended.
Glinda felt his skin against her skin and he accidently tickled her when he leaned over her to caress her cheek. She let out a soft giggle, and Chanter began to tickle her more because he loved the sound of her laugh.
Their agenda for the day was simple, enjoy their first day of marriage as much and as often as possible, because in two days, they would return to the busyness of the Emerald City. Glinda found herself not wanting to leave Chanter's side for even a moment.
When he was out walking along the lake, she came along. He found it amusing, and began calling her his little shadow.
It became a game between them, when he would go somewhere, he would call out, "Where oh where is my little shadow. I don't know how I will get along without her." Then Glinda would reply, "I'm here dear, right in front of you. Look down and you'll see me."
After lunch, they walked to the lake and sat by the water. The water dared to reach their feet, as the wind began to pick up speed.
The sky grew darker and Glinda started to get cold. Chanter pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her body.
Chanter was her husband and she loved him so much, but in reality, she didn't really know anything about him. She knew that he had grown up in the outskirts of the Quadling Country, and that he had come to Oz in order to study under the Wizard. He ended up being an apprentice, well more like an assistant, but he never made it to the Wizard. Thank goodness.
Other than that, she really didn't know much about him. So, she decided to ask, "Chanter, what was your life like before you met me?" He chuckled a bit, and then said, "Well, I was a mischievous young thing, who loved causing chaos. I used to run through the house naked just to embarrass my sister and her friends."
She laughed at the image of little Chanter running around naked and his sister screaming in terror. "I still have a habit of running around unclothed every once in a while." He teased.
"Well, I can bet if you did that now, I'm sure I wouldn't protest." She flirted. He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, which made Glinda giggle.
Suddenly, a huge raindrop fell right on Glinda's nose, startling her. Before she had a chance to say anything, it began to pour. She ran to the house and Chanter followed closely behind.
Once inside, they stripped off all of their wet clothes, and smiled at the fact that they were standing naked out in the open. They went to the couch and wrapped up in blankets to get warm.
His muscular body next to hers felt so right, and he began kissing her shoulder. His kisses left her wanting more.
She wanted him to pull her close, and cover her lips with his, but instead he stopped. "Why are you stopping?" Glinda queried, "that felt amazing." He reached his hand up and stroked her cheek.
"Sorry, I just have something on my mind." Chanter sighed, "Glinda, do you want to have children?"
Glinda definitely wasn't expecting him to ask her that, and the question got her thinking. Did she want children? She certainly had thought about it before, but that was before she had become the ruler of Oz. Things were different now.
So, she answered back before she had a chance to ponder the question, "Maybe. I mean I used to, but now that I have such a demanding job, is it even possible?" At the last thing she said, he seemed to fall away from her. Spiraling down into a chasm of silence.
For a very long time, it was quiet. No one said anything, the only noise, although it couldn't be heard out loud, was coming from their minds racing about their future and whether or not it would include children.
Glinda felt Chanter's hands move to her bare stomach, and she began to wake from her thoughts. He faced her towards him, so that their faces were only inches apart. His breath landed on her lips, warming them from inside out.
His mahogany eyes seemed distant, as she softly ran her finger across his lips. Instead of kissing her, he spoke, "Sweetheart, I think you would be a great mother. From the moment I knew that I loved you, I knew that you would be an excellent mother one day. I know you're overwhelmed, but I think when the time is right, and we'll now when it's right, we'll have some children of our own."
He spoke with compassion; did he really think that she, Glinda, would make a great mom?
But she was selfish, and right now, she wanted him all to herself. She didn't want to share him with a baby, that was for sure.
But she couldn't help but to imagine what it would be like. "I think maybe, one day, we could." She said simply. And with that, he smiled.
They remained on the couch and fell asleep to the rhythmic sound of raindrops crashing into the roof. Glinda did not dream, for there was no need to, she already had everything she wanted.
When she awoke, Chanter was fixing dinner. She stood to join him, forgetting that she was still unclothed and blushed when she remembered. He quickly turned to look at her, as she gathered the sheets around her small frame.
He raised an eyebrow flirtatiously, to which she replied, "Not now, food first." He laughed.
After a dinner of roast fowl, and boiled potatoes, Glinda sat looking out the window. It was dark outside, and that made Glinda fully aware that the last day of their honeymoon had vanished.
They went outside to get some fresh air. The crickets were chirping noisily, and they even spotted a family of dear drinking from the lake. The baby was next to his mother, and he cautiously tasted the water. They looked so peaceful and happy.
Chanter picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He told her he loved her, and placed a trail of gentle kisses up the side of her neck.
She smiled, and said, "Chanter, let's go back inside. There's something I want to do." He smirked at her and said, "Sure, as long as it's fun."
She giggled and replied, "Oh, I'm sure you will enjoy it."
The last night of their honeymoon passed by rapidly, and the next morning, it was time to leave. As they were packing up their belongings in the carriage in order to return to Oz, Glinda looked back over her shoulder.
She regretted the fact that they would not be alone anymore. She knew that as soon as she returned, she would be bombarded by tons of responsibilities.
Chanter came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. His body smelled of the cool lake in which they had both bathed in that morning. "Come on sweetheart, we have to get going." He whispered into her ear, and then she turned to him, kissing him one last time before they got into the carriage.
This kiss was brief, but she held on to the feeling for a long time after words.
