WARNING: breif sexual content. if you're uncomfortable about it, skip it.
A/N: IF YOU READ, REVIEW! (please)
A/N 2: MY SPANISH SUCKS so sorry if i get any of the translations wrong.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
(chapter title – Honeymoon Surprises)
Justine's Point of View
"Justine, we're here." I heard Roger whisper in my ear. I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at my husband. He was wearing an olive green T-shirt and jeans.
"I look like shit." I whined, looking down at my pink T-shirt with white butterflies on it and light blue jean shorts.
"No you don't, sweetie." Roger told me, kissing my forehead.
"Yes, I do." I argued sleepily. Roger stood up before helping me stand up and get our carry-ons before getting off the plane.
As we stepped off the plane, the sun hit my eyes, nearly blinding me.
"Welcome to Spain." Roger whispered in my ear, wrapping an arm around my waist. I kissed him on the lips as we headed down the escalator to baggage claim.
Roger's Point of View
As we headed up the stairs to our hotel room, I swept Justine in my arms and opened the door. The bellhop put our baggage in our room and left us to do whatever.
I couldn't get over how beautiful Justine looked – she was like an angel and a goddess combined.
"Rog? What are you doing?" Justine asked. She had already taken off her top and was walking towards me.
"Nothing – just taking in your beauty." I answered, smiling. She batted her long eyelashes and dived under the covers, throwing her bra in my face. I laughed and dived in after her.
No One's Point of View
"YES! OH GOD! YES!" Justine screamed.
"You want more?" Roger asked. Justine nodded, feeling his hand make its way in between her legs. She climbed on top of him and kissed him all over.
"I love you so much." Roger whispered in her ear.
"I love you, too." Justine whispered back. She suddenly sat up and ran to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Roger heard her vomit.
"Baby, you okay?" he asked, knocking on the bathroom door.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She answered. Roger sighed and went back to the bed, waiting for his bride to make an appearance.
"Roger, there's something I need to tell you." Justine told him, her tone serious.
"You can tell me anything, sweetie. You know that." Roger told her, stroking her hair as she put her clothes back on.
"I'mpregant." She told him speedily.
"English, please." Roger told her, rubbing her back.
"I'm – I'm pregnant. That's why I've been throwing up. It's a sign of morning sickness." Justine said, looking down at the red and gold bedspread.
"How far along are you?" Roger inquired.
"About a month." Justine answered.
"Baby, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Roger asked.
"I thought." She took a deep breath. "I thought you would run out on me." She looked up at him, tears in her eyes.
"Oh, honey. I would never run out on you. I love you too much." Roger said, taking Justine in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed. Roger just sat there and rubbed her back, occasionally whispering comforting words in her ear.
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An hour later, the two of them took a long shower together and changed into sight-seeing clothes and headed out to see the city. The sun was setting behind the mountains in the west.
"So, Justine Davis, what do you want to do?" Roger asked.
"My aunt Judith says we should see the Lipizzaner Stallions." Justine told him. Roger nodded and hailed a cab. He didn't know much Spanish, so he asked Justine to translate. Justine told the cabdriver the Lipizzaner Stallion stables. The driver nodded and headed in the direction of the stables.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Roger inquired, wrapping an arm around Justine's shoulders.
"I'm having the time of my life." Justine told him, smiling. Roger smiled and kissed her forehead.
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Ten minutes later, the cab pulled into the entrance way of the Lipizzaner Stallion Stables. There was a large wooden barn on the right-hand side with smaller barns on the left-hand side.
"Wow. This place is huge!" Roger whispered.
"I know." Justine whispered back, holding Roger's hand as they walked from one barn to the next, trying to find the owner and see if they could go on a guided tour of Spain.
"There he is!" Justine pointed to a man in an olive-green T-shirt and beige riding breeches, complimented with black riding boots that came up to his knee. He had dark hair and even darker skin.
"Senior, excuse me." Justine told the man, walking up to him, dragging Roger behind her.
"Si, senorita?" the man inquired.
"We – my husband and I." she indicated to Roger and her. "Would like to ride one of your horses." She made a riding motion with her hands.
"Si! Si!" the man laughed and motioned for them to follow him to one of the barns on the left hand side.
"I will give you tour first then we ride." The man said.
"What's your name?" Roger asked.
"Jorge. Mi almo Jorge." The man introduced himself.
"Mi almo Justine Davis. This is Roger Davis." Justine indicated to herself first before indicating to Roger. Jorge smiled and led the couple down the asile of the barn.
Twenty minutes later, Jorge, Justine and Roger were mounted on a white Lipizzaner mare named Waterfall, a gelding named Tornado and a mare named Snowfall. The three of them rode for an hour before turning around and heading back to the stables.
"Gracias." Justine and Roger thanked Jorge.
"De nada." Jorge said, smiling. He and two other people took care of Waterfall, Tornado and Snowfall so that the newlyweds could get back to the city.
In the cab ride back to the city, Justine rested her head on Roger's shoulder and closed her eyes. Roger put an arm around Justine's shoulders and whispered 'I love you' in her ear.
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The next morning, Justine and Roger slept in late, so they missed breakfast. They really didn't care, though. They just enjoyed being in each other's company.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Justine asked Roger.
"Doesn'tmattertome." Roger mumbled, still half asleep. Justine laughed and climbed on top of him. Roger smiled and wrapped his arms around her.
"I love you, baby." Roger told Justine.
"I love you, too, honey." Justine told Roger, planting a kiss on his cheek. She then got off of him and opened the blinds. The bright sun nearly blinded Justine.
"Bonjorino mi bella." Roger said, standing up and walked over to Justine.
"Bonjorino." Justine told him, kissing his cheek as he kissed her bare shoulders. Justine smiled and led him to the bathroom where she drew a hot bath.
"This has been so much fun so far." Roger whispered in Justine's ear as she climbed in the tub. Justine smiled and turned around so that she could face Roger.
"I wonder how everyone's doing." She thought out loud.
"We'll give them a call after we're done here." Roger told her, massaging her shoulders. Justine moaned with pleasure as Roger trailed kisses up and down her back, gently nipping her skin.
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An hour later, they were ready to go sight-seeing. Justine was wearing a flowered sundress and a large sun hat. Roger was in cut-off jean shorts, black sunglasses and a white wife beater. On his head was a Yankees hat that his brother, Jonathon, had gotten for him.
As the two of them walked through the streets of Spain, Roger interlaced his hand with Justine's and held her close to him, unafraid to let her go.
"Oh look!" Justine pointed to street performers. They were ranting on and on in Spanish, so she would be able to translate for Roger.
"What are they doing?" Roger whispered as the two of them stepped closer to the street performers.
"They're reciting a scene from Shakespeare's Twelfth Night." Justine told him, putting a finger to her lips.
One of the players, an elderly man, said something in Spanish. Roger looked to Justine to translate.
"What did he say?" Roger whispered.
"He said 'be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.'" Justine translated.
"Thank you." Roger thanked her.
"You're welcome." Justine told him, resting her head against his chest. Roger wrapped his arms around her and held her close, not wanting to let her go.
They ended up watching the play for another fifteen minutes before they got bored. Roger had Justine wait outside a shop while he went inside. Roger emerged a few minutes later holding a single bright red rose in his hand. He handed it to Justine and had her read the card out loud:
'To my wonderful Justine
Thank you for choosing to come into my life
When I needed you the most.
I'm so glad I asked you to marry me
And I hope I'll be yours
Forever and always.
I love you
From,
Roger Edward Davis'
Justine felt her eyes well-up with tears as she read the card out loud. When she was done, she threw her arms around Roger's neck and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you so much for everything." She whispered in his ear. Roger just held her tighter and smiled, knowing exactly what she meant.