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Like Catching Lightning
Chapter 4: Fiji: Part 1
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Currently, the newlyweds were on their private jet headed for Fiji. Unfortunately, once the two had reached the hotel after escaping from their reception, Gabriella had gotten hit with a powerful dose of morning sickness, a morning sickness that prevented the pair from doing anything on that night.
And then after a practically sleepless night for the two of them, the following morning, they had gotten on a plane from Albuquerque, NM to Burbank, CA to their connecting flight to Fiji. They had opted to take their private jet from Burbank for the trip just so that they wouldn't have to worry about anyone tipping off the paparazzi or being caught by the paparazzi at the airport.
"How are you feeling?" Troy asked Gabriella as he sat down next to her.
Gabriella snuggled into his side, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "Not so good…"
"Here," he said handing her a bag of Sour Skittles. "I called my mom from the air phone and she said to give you some candy to make you feel better."
"Thank you," she said taking the small package. "I'm sorry…"
"No, Brie, you have nothing to be sorry about," Troy said, taking her hand.
"But it was our wedding night and you've waited two months and…"
"And nothing," he interrupted. "It's not your fault, first of all, and secondly, I'm not mad."
Gabriella smiled as she started to eat the Skittles. Troy took his left arm and put it over her shoulder to keep her warm.
Darla, their personal flight attendant, came over to them and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Bolton, here are your Seltzer water and Coke."
"Thank you," Troy said taking the bottles from her and handed the Seltzer water to Gabriella.
The next few hours hand gone by as a blur. Troy had managed to get Gabriella to go to sleep and he took advantage and took a nap as well. Before they knew it, they were being woken up.
"Mr. Bolton," Darla said, tapping his shoulder, "we are already hovering over the Fiji islands and will land in a matter of ten minutes. If you and your wife could just buckle up, that would be great."
Troy just nodded smiling faintly as he started fully regaining consciousness. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he adjusted to the light of the cabin. He saw that Gabriella was still peacefully sleeping on his chest. He hated to wake her but he wanted her to sit up and he wanted to sit up as well to ease the small pain he was getting in his lower back.
Troy kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Wake up, baby," into her ear. Gabriella didn't even falter. Troy assumed that it was her hormones making her extra sleepy, as they had discussed earlier. So, he shook her slightly before saying, "Brie, we're almost landing."
That seemed to do the trick because Gabriella moved slightly, her eyes fluttering open. "Mmm…"
"We're almost landing," Troy repeated once more. Gabriella brought her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes. "Feeling better?" he asked.
She looked up at him and said, "Much." She sat up and stretched her arms a bit before sitting back and clicking on her seatbelt. Troy sat up as well and clicked his own seatbelt before saying,
"You probably just needed some sleep since we didn't sleep at all last night."
"Most likely," Gabriella concurred.
A tired looking Troy and Gabriella exited the plane hand in hand. It had been a long eleven hours to paradise and they were all worth it because even at night, Fiji was beautiful. The fresh scent of the tropical air, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach nearby; it was all just simply perfect.
After fully exiting the jet, Troy took Gabriella's large Balenciaga bag from her and handed her the white and silver striped sweater that was draped over the bag. The night was cool and they had exited right on the runway so he knew that she'd be cold.
"What?" Gabriella asked looking at his extended arm with the sweater in hand.
"Put it on?" Troy said as they continued walking.
"But I'm not…" she started but he interrupted her.
"Gabriella," Troy looked at her knowingly. Gabriella couldn't help but smile slightly and took the sweater, slipping it on before taking his hand again.
Troy interlaced their fingers and Gabriella leaned her head on his shoulder as the two walked into the airport to get their suitcases to their rented car, finally alone and away from the craziness of Los Angeles.
"Troy!" Gabriella looked over at her new husband, eyes wide. "This place is beautiful!"
The two had just entered the Honeymoon Villa they were going to stay in for the next two weeks and to say that it was beautiful was the understatement of the century. It was very high-class but it held the same simplicity and calmness that matched their relationship.
The villa had a thatched roof was designed and built in traditional Fijian style. It had a soaring 20 foot ceiling and hand polished mahogany hardwood floors. Traditional Fijian plants could be found throughout the villa, adding to the exotic look and feel of it.
Gabriella took Troy's hand and the two walked past the foyer to see more of it. As they walked, they found the lounge area. On the side, there was a small dinner table for two and a mini bar with two different types of wine, one of sparkling cider and one of champagne. There were also two champagne glasses along with the bottles. In the center there was a mahogany wood loveseat with white cushions and throw pillows. There were two other lounge chairs on the other side of the coffee table that was in the center. The coffee table was a light mahogany color that had freshly cut orange and pink hibiscus flowers in a crystal vase on top along with an orange envelope next to it.
Gabriella picked it up and opened it only to find a note inside. She decided to read it aloud so that Troy could hear.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Bolton,
Ni Sa Bula! (hello!)
Congratulations on your wedding! We are very happy for you both and may your experience in our facility be the first of a lifetime of happy memories. We here at the Qamea Resort and Spa would like to welcome you to your Honeymoon Villa and hope that you enjoy it. Near the phone, there are a few phone numbers should you need to call the front desk, room service, etc. Once again, congratulations and enjoy your stay!
Qamea Resort and Spa Staff
"Aw, they are so nice," Gabriella smiled. She put the letter back in the envelope and put it on the coffee table, making a mental note to put it in her bag later as a keepsake.
"Come on, let's keep exploring," Troy said. They went to start walking but then Troy stopped. "Wait."
"What?" Gabriella turned around to face him.
Troy walked a little closer to her and picked her up bridal style. "I want to do this the right way."
Gabriella giggled in his arms before saying, "You're so silly, baby."
"But you love me," he smiled cheekily before kissing her cheek.
"I do, I do," she said also smiling.
Troy started to walk once more, leading her into the bedroom area. It was brilliant. It had a four poster bed with a white curtain on all four posts and white sheets. At the foot of the bed there was a small bench with a white cushion and a stepping stool.
Toward the balcony area, there was another loveseat similar to the one in the lounge. The coffee table that was in front had a crystal glass adorned with hibiscus flower petals.
The slightly open balcony doors led to a private courtyard that over looked the beach. On the deck area, there was a hammock that was hung between two wooden columns and a four post daybed with a marquee at the top for privacy and for when it rained. Around the daybed there were torch posts for light. And on the ground area, there was a Jacuzzi spa, a private pool with a waterfall, and outdoor shower.
"Troy I love it," Gabriella gushed, amazed at the beauty. She couldn't wait for her and Troy to start enjoying. "It's amazing."
"I know; it's perfect."
Troy walked over to the daybed and placed her down gently. He kissed her forehead and smiled. "I love you, you know that?"
"I love you too," Gabriella smiled as he slid in next to her. "This is like a dream. I never imagined that I'd find myself in such a beautiful place with such an incredible person like you."
"Me, incredible? Nah," he said putting an arm around her shoulders after she involuntarily shivered. "You're the incredible one. You're so amazing and everyday you inspire my heart and mind. And sometimes you make me wonder what I did to deserve you because you're sublime. It's like I have to stop and ask myself, are you really mine, because at times, I can't believe it. I feel like one day I'm going to wake up and figure out that this is all a dream."
"Well, it most definitely isn't a dream," Gabriella snuggled closer into his side as she stared at the beach where the waves crashed onto the sand.
Troy looked down at the side of Gabriella's face. Gosh, how he loved her. She was so perfect in his eyes and he simply couldn't believe that they were finally married. He smiled before leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek. Gabriella turned her head and smiled before he placed a kiss on her lips. The kiss was chaste and gentle.
When she found out she was pregnant, Gabriella found that at times her sex drive was on a high. Those two months of a boycott were hell for her because Troy seemed to be even more attractive during that time.
And now, was one of those times. Her sex drive was on the highest it had been, just because of that simple kiss. So she did something about it, she brought her hands up to Troy's shoulders and pushed her tongue through to caress his own. Troy could sense that she was quite turned on so he allowed her to deepen it, adding his own flavor to the kiss. Troy's kisses had always had a power over her, but now, more than ever, not only did she want him but she needed him. Troy scooped her up into his arms, not breaking the kiss, and got up off the bed. He carried her inside, sliding the door closed with his foot and placing her on the bed.
The beauty of the beach, the luxury of the villa – none of it mattered. All that mattered was that they were together, that they were kissing each other and that they had each other. Items of clothing were subconsciously removed and tossed away, forming a heap upon the mahogany floorboards. Troy's lips slid down from her lips to dance lightly along her jaw line, down her neck, and through the valley of her breasts – causing an involuntary shiver. He hovered above her abdomen, pressing light and caring kisses not only to the warm, smooth skin of his wife but penetrating deeper and expressing love to the tiny life that was growing inside.
And as the final garment was stripped away and discarded, Troy's kisses feathered up his wife's, his best friend's, his partner's and his lover's body; their lips united once again in a languorous kiss.
"I love you," she murmured, her chocolate orbs fluttering open to meet his cobalt gaze.
"I love you more," his breathy response came.
And for the first time as husband and wife, they became united.
Husband and wife.
Together, forever, for eternity, for as long as they both shall live.
Just as it should be.
