This is a bonus thank you to everyone who read this story and let me know how much they enjoyed it. We find out how Carol and Daryl's lives have changed in the two years since they were reunited on Lanai, including a couple of important additions to the Dixon family.
Sweet smut alert!
Epilogue
"He'll be fine; it's not the first time you've left him."
"I know, but that was for work and not overnight like this." Carol said, her tone a bit fretful as she stood looking out over the water.
"We can go back n' get him if you want." Daryl said, coming up behind her and putting his arms around her waist, nuzzling in to kiss her neck.
"Really?" Carol asked, fighting the urge to let her head fall to the side so he could keep on doing what he was doing the rest of the way down her bare shoulder...
"Sure—though he's probably gettin' so pampered by all his aunties and uncles and big sis that he's in hog heaven. I think it made Abe n' Shane a bit nervous how excited Lori and Beth were to hold him—that baby fever can be catchin' you know." Daryl chuckled.
"It's as beautiful here as I remembered." Carol sighed, putting her hands over his around her waist. The fragrant breeze, tinged with the scent of orchids and salt air blew lightly across the white sheer curtains on the deck of their little honeymoon suite hut. Built right out on the water of the secluded bay and connected to the island by a long boardwalk, the individual cabin style suites were the ultimate in luxury and usually reserved for the likes of film stars, jet setting models and hip hop moguls.
After two years together, living in Atlanta fulltime, Carol and Daryl had decided to make it official, planning a small wedding for the following fall, their "reunion" anniversary, with a honeymoon on Lanai. A week after the invitations had gone out, they had learned that Carol was pregnant, due in the spring. The idea of going off on a honeymoon thousands of miles away from their six month old baby didn't feel right, so when Michonne suggested a destination wedding, kids and all, as part of the annual reunion, it had morphed into a week-long celebration.
With the addition of Jacqui, Morgan and Duane coming from Atlanta; Daryl's brother Merle, fresh from rehab; the Alexandria contingent including Lori, Shane and Abe's daughter Judith; Tyreese, his sister Sasha and her husband Bob; and Michonne and Andrea's one year old Andre Anthony, they had twenty people to accommodate, so they rented a second beach house, two houses down from the one they had stayed in two years earlier.
One of Andrea's clients was part owner of one of the big resorts on the island and had deeply discounted the honeymoon suite cabin on the water to her as a thank you for a particularly sticky situation she had gotten him out of a few months ago. She and Michonne had presented it to Carol and Daryl as their wedding present along with the promise of overnight babysitting for them. They hadn't had a few days alone to themselves since Caleb had been born.
The Atlanta contingent had arrived in Hawaii on the Friday before, enjoyed three days of sightseeing and relaxation before the actual ceremony on Tuesday, by which time everyone invited to the wedding would have arrived. Ty, who'd had a Sunday night game, had stopped in LA to pick up Sasha and Bob and they had flown in together, the final group to arrive.
When he'd used his free agency to join the Atlanta Falcons, Ty had become part of Daryl and Carol's social circle, joining them and the Jones family for dinner and back yard barbeques as often as he was able. Duane was awed by the pro baller and the side line tickets he gave them for home games were put to good use.
The wedding ceremony itself was very informal. Ten year old Sophia was her mother's maid of honor and carried her baby brother down the aisle. Daryl asked Merle to be his best man, in part to acknowledge how his brother had turned his life around.
After a lot of deep discussion and some therapy to help him deal with all the events in his life leading up to what had happened on that cliff, Daryl better understood why his brother had left home and never looked back. He had gotten the same beatings and abuse as Daryl and had chosen to numb himself with drugs, using escalating crimes to obtain them.
In going through Rick's things after his death, they'd come across the contact information Grimes had for Merle. The address was West Georgia Correctional, a prison south of Atlanta.
Six years ago he'd been living in a shack outside of a town south of Atlanta called Woodbury, working as a dealer for a meth lord who liked to be called the "Governor." After witnessing the murders of the head of a rival cartel and his entire family, Merle went to the DEA and then stayed on the inside as an informant. No one knew the role he played in bringing Blake's operation down. He refused Federal witness protection, preferring instead to maintain the illusion he was still part of the gang and take the punisment for his crimes. Figured he'd live longer that way.
He was arrested for dealing and possession when the headquarters were raided and sentenced to ten years; possibly less with time off for good behavior. Inside or outside didn't matter much to him. He was still an addict and would try anything he could get his hands on. Even in prison he had willing suppliers.
When Daryl and Carol first visited him at West Georgia he was in the middle of a power struggle between two rival prison gangs. A bandage across his nose along with two black eyes meant it was probably broken and his right hand was in a cast that went up to his elbow.
"Merle." Daryl said, nodding from his chair at one of the series of tables in the Visitor's room.
"Well now, baby brother, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Merle said, flopping into the chair across from Daryl and Carol. He focused his bloodshot rheumy eyes on Carol, staring with interest at her fashionable sweater set and slacks, her floral scarf perfectly draped around her neck, and the wispy russet curls that framed her delicate face and big blue eyes, accented by just a hint of mascara.
"Just found out you were in here—" Daryl began.
"She's way too high class to be your piece a' pussy—you bring me a new lawyer or somthin'?" Merle interrupted lazily, leaning forward in his chair to rest his hands on the table. His knuckles were scraped and bruised, the nails short, ragged and yellowed by nicotine.
"Watch your mouth, sunshine." Daryl drawled, narrowing his eyes, "This is Carol, my fiancé."
"Yer what?" Merle chuckled in disbelief.
Daryl took Carol's hand in his, exchanging a look with her and then raised it so his brother could see her ring.
"That's a fish." Merle snorted, "Ya gave yer woman a damn fish ring?"
"Dolphins are mammals." Carol said evenly.
"Oh yeah—that's right—heard about Dolphin Daryl!" Merle cackled. Then he called out to no one in particular, "Hey, we got ourselves a reg-u-lar celebrity in our midst!"
"Keep it down Dixon." The guard standing closest to their table ordered.
"But my lil' bro's famous! He done got himself rescued by a bunch of fish!" Merle said indignantly.
"Mammals." Carol said again dryly.
A few other people around the room looked up and towards the table where the Dixon brothers sat, murmuring, suddenly interested.
"Just simmer down now." Merle said, again to the room in general. "Havin' me a visit with my brother and his fee-ancy. No dolphins here."
At that Carol gave a little laugh which Daryl joined her in and Merle stared at them, entranced by the sweet happy sound of it.
"Just what magic you working there, sis?" Merle said, shaking his head slowly back and forth.
"Magic?" Carol asked, still smiling.
"Now I ain't seen Derle for a few years, since he high tailed it to th'other coast, but somehow he's gone from the surly son of a bitch he's always been to what I see here," he gestured at Daryl's grin, "must mean yer some kinda witch."
Carol laughed again while Daryl's eyes narrowed.
"How'd you get hooked up anyhow—you ain't no beach bunny valley girl—that's Georgia I hear when you open those..." and Merle leaned forward, staring at her mouth with a rather lascivious expression, "sweet, sweet lips."
"We knew each other in college." Carol said, ignoring Daryl's warning grunt at his brother to back off.
"Oh holy hell—you're the little gal he was sweet on back at school? Well shit—Rick the Dick weren't lyin' after all." Merle said, leaning back and pursing his lips.
At Rick's name Daryl bristled.
"Paid me a visit—right 'chere at the site of my unfortunate incarceration—paid me a tidy sum to find out how to find you, said he was tryin' to reunite you with your lost love or some such bullshit." Merle said with a shrug, interested in Daryl's expression of distaste at the mention of the other man's name. "Guess you two ain't stayed in touch."
"He ain't in touch with no one no more." Daryl said, reverting to Merle level grammar the longer they talked.
"Well good—that dude was fucked up. Had a hard-on the whole time he was talkin' about you, baby brother." Merle snorted, "You stay away from that shit." then he seemed to realize belatedly that Carol was still sitting there and he sat up straighter and winced, worried he'd offended her.
"Over and done." Daryl said flatly. "He's dead."
Merle leaned forward again, concern in his hard blue gaze.
"You do somthin'?" he said in a very low soft voice.
"It was ruled an accident." Daryl said quietly.
A look of respect passed across Merle's blunt features and he nodded slowly, a smile breaking over his face. He slanted his gaze to Carol, who had taken Daryl's hand in hers in solidarity.
"So tell me about yourself, sis." Merle drawled, "Since we're gonna be related soon."
"I'd like to hear more about you, actually." Carol countered, her voice placid steel.
"Well now, I'm an open book darlin', ask away." Merle smirked.
Carol leaned across the table and beckoned him forward with one finger.
Merle leaned in, turning his head so his ear was towards her in an exaggerated posture of listening.
"What are you on?" Carol whispered.
The guard cleared his throat loudly at their too close proximity and Carol sat back, her eyes still focused on Merle.
Merle squinted at her, his mouth set in a straight line. He sniffed and then sucked at his teeth as he looked to Daryl.
"Nosy bitch, ain't she?"
Daryl snaked out his right hand and grasped Merle's wrist, bending it up at a painful angle.
"Answer her." he rasped.
"Daryl, stop." Carol said, putting her hand gently on his forearm.
Daryl released Merle before the guard's attention was drawn back to their table.
"Shit man!" Merle whined, shaking out his hand.
"You want me to call him over and suggest you go piss in a cup?" Daryl said in a tense quiet voice with a nod at the guard.
"Though we was getting' to know each other all nice like and she goes and accuses me a'partakin'in some illegal activity." Merle said resentfully. "Whatta ya want from me?"
"I just want my brother back." Daryl said quietly, "I want you in my life, but that isn't gonna happen if you can't get clean. Carol's got a little girl and I can't have you around them if you're still doin' that shit."
Merle stared at Daryl trying to gauge his sincerity.
"Last time I saw you was when we were planting that old som'bitch in the ground. You told me to stay away because you thought old Merle was there to get his piece of the pie." Merle scoffed. "Hell, I knew there weren't no pie—fucker goin' out the way he did used up whatever dough he had socked away for medical bills. Didn't come back for no pie."
"Why did you come back Merle?" Carol asked quietly.
"He's my brother. Only family I got left in the world." Merle said, more subdued now, shifting uneasily in his chair.
"Then you need to get clean, Merle." Daryl said. "There's a treatment program—we got you a place in it when you get outa here."
Merle blinked and his head went back in confusion.
"You gonna Betty Ford my ass? How you gonna pay for that? She some heiress or somthin'?" Merle asked gesturing at Carol with his broken wrist.
"It's paid for. You gonna go?" Daryl asked, dismissing any other questions out of hand.
Merle sniffed, rubbing the underside of his nose with his left hand and then sniffed again, looking down at the surface of the table for a long moment.
Carol exchanged a worried look with Daryl.
"Yeah." said Merle softly, still looking at the table, "I'll go."
Daryl smiled, but quickly suppressed it when Merle finally raised his head.
"Could I have a minute alone with Merle, please?" Carol asked Daryl.
Daryl frowned but did as she asked, standing up and going to wait by the guard.
"You need to understand something, Merle." Carol said firmly, raising her chin.
"Excuse me?" Merle said, puzzled as to what she could have to say that she didn't want Daryl to hear.
"If you screw this up? Mess with Daryl?" she raised an eyebrow.
Merle tilted his head at her, narrowing his eyes assessingly.
"What? You'll slit my throat while I sleep?" he made a disparaging sound.
"Don't underestimate me." Carol said quietly, staring him down. "I love him with everything I have."
Merle stared at her for a long time until just the corner of one side of his mouth curled upwards, a half smile so like Daryl's that it almost brought tears to her eyes.
"That makes two of us, Freckles." Merle said, looking over at Daryl.
"So you'll try. For him?" Carol asked. "You can start over...with each other..."
"I want to." Merle nodded.
Thirteen months later, on his release, Merle entered a treatment center in Atlanta for a three month stay. It was rough, especially at the start. When he was allowed visitors they went, bringing Sophia to meet him. They charmed each other. It was an odd sight to see them walking the grounds, the graying hard ass with trembling hands patiently telling her the names of all the trees and the little girl chattering on about her life at home and school.
When Carol found out she was pregnant, it was Merle that helped Sophia through her initial jealousy at the thought of a baby taking away her mother and new father. Almost the same number of years older than Daryl as Sophia would be from her new sibling, Merle explained that she would be there to help her little brother or sister grow up, to love and protect him or her and be loved in return.
Caleb's birth had been a family event. He had come a week early and Daryl had been out of town delivering a bike. When she went into labor he rushed back, but Merle, who worked in the shop at the Atlanta branch of Dixon Customs, was the one who took her to the ER. Jacqui arrived soon thereafter with Sophia and Duane, but when Carol was asked who she wanted in the delivery room with her, to his surprise she wanted Merle.
Daryl made it there in time to see the doctor handing Merle the scissors to cut the cord. Looking up when the door opened Merle held them out to his brother. Daryl shook his head and came over to watch, staring down at his newborn son with awe. After Merle fulfilled his final duty the doctor handed the baby over to the nurse to clean up, weigh and test. She in turn then handed him to his father and Daryl brought him to Carol, laying him on her chest to cuddle.
"Thank you." Carol said, looking up from the tiny miracle to Merle, who was trying to slip out of the room unnoticed, leaving the little family alone.
"Yeah—thanks brother." Daryl echoed gratefully.
"Yeah, well, next time you get your ass here in time—I did not need to be lookin' at your woman squeezin' a kid outa her naughty bits." Merle groused, scratching his stubbled chin, "Scarred me for life, seein' that shit."
The doctor and nurses all chuckled. Merle had been nothing but patient and gentle with Carol through the entire delivery, the only words he'd spoken had been ones of comfort and encouragement, assuring her that Daryl would be here soon.
Hours later, sitting in the hospital room with Carol as she tried nursing their son first time, Daryl filled out the forms for the birth certificate with the name they'd agreed on: Caleb Merlin Dixon.
"Glad we decided not to hyphenate the name." Daryl said, thinking back on the discussion they'd had in naming the boy as he looked out over the pristine blue water, smiling at the pod of spinners leaping and diving here.
"Yes, well Mason-Dixon was just a little too precious." Carol laughed, slapping a little at his hands around her waist.
Daryl slid his hands up to just below her breasts, fuller now, still nursing their son. She'd left expressed milk for his overnight feedings back at the beach house and would do the same tomorrow when they met up with the rest of the wedding party for lunch.
Tonight all they had to think about was each other.
"You doing okay?" Daryl asked, gently running the tips off his fingers over the undersides, back and forth, testing their tenderness.
Carol gave a little moaning sigh.
"You want to..." she said, leaning back into him.
"It's okay?" he asked, his breath hot against her neck.
"It's okay." Carol murmured.
"You sure?" he asked.
"It's our wedding night, sweetheart, yes, you can." Carol assured him.
Daryl bent and lifted her, carrying her back to the bedroom and laying her on the bed.
"You'll tell me if it's too much?" Daryl asked, sounding shy. "If it doesn't feel good?"
"I'll tell you." she promised him.
"You really don't think it's—" Daryl began, but she sat up and unbuttoned her nightgown, silencing him. She slid the gown off her shoulders, baring herself to him.
It was something that he'd been craving, but was also embarrassed about. Before the baby he'd loved and lavished his attention on her whole her body, especially her derriere, but since she'd been nursing he'd felt like her breasts were a hands-off zone—they were the baby's now, not his. For some reason that had made them the biggest turn-on he could imagine, like forbidden fruit.
He'd been so careful with her, trying to find a balance between showing her how much he still wanted her and not asking too much of her in bed. They were both tired most of the time; she'd gone back to work after an eight week maternity leave, enjoying the benefits of an on-site day care at her workplace.
They traded off and every other night he'd get up and feed Caleb milk she'd expressed so she could sleep through the night. The contrast between the way Ed had been with Sophia, just leaving the house for the night when she fussed and cried as a baby, and the way Daryl was with Caleb melted Carol's heart. She couldn't ask for a better father for her children.
The last time they'd had an entire night to themselves had been months ago, on Carol's birthday when Jacqui had taken both kids for the night. It had been a semi-disaster when Sophia had come down with a stomach virus at two a.m. and had thrown up all over her bed in the guest room. They'd had to go get her and the baby, hoping he wouldn't get sick as well, but by the next day everyone except Daryl had it.
Sex had been a rushed and furtive thing since then, trying to fit it in between feedings and the dawn. Often they'd get only as far as trading some deep kisses and intimate touches until one or the other quietly came before one or both of them passed out from exhaustion. At the beach house Caleb's bassinet and a cot for Sophia had been in their room the first nights of the trip so they'd had a forced celibacy there.
"You're so beautiful." Daryl sighed, kneeling on the bed in front of her and pulling off his clothes quickly.
Carol smiled crookedly at him. She hadn't lost all the baby weight, but he was looking at her like she was a delicious dessert and he couldn't wait to take a bite. She loved his arms, his expressive hands, and shivered in anticipation of them moving over her, his touch and his mouth on her.
Daryl moved beside her, taking her chin in his right hand, lifting it to kiss her and then running his fingers down her jaw, neck, collarbone and finally to the swell of her breast, circling it slowly until he held its weight cupped against his palm, full to overflowing, groaning into her mouth.
Carol lay back against the pillows, continuing to kiss him and pulled him along with her. He filled his left hand with her other breast, sliding his tongue against hers as he played his fingers over the stiffening nipples. Her breathing started to quicken and she felt the familiar tingling tug as that invisible thread connecting nipple to clit was excited by his touches. She broke the kiss and arched into him, moaning,
"More..."
Daryl felt the wet heat on his fingers at her breasts and swooped down, his mouth closing over the center of the right, tongue laving, tasting the sweet liquid.
"Oh god!" Carol cried out and he sucked down hard. The feel of his rough whiskers on her tender skin along with the force of his mouth and power of his tongue was so different than when she fed their son. This was a sexual, sensual thing between lovers.
He looked up at her, dazed with it, what he'd dreamed about doing for months, nosing deeper into her breast, his cheeks hollowing out as he suckled deeply. Her hand cradled the back of his head, his long hair soft as it brushed against her skin.
Daryl curved himself around her and took her other hand, dragging it over his tight abs to his rigid erection, his eyes rolling back as her hand closed around him and started its stroke. Then he added one more layer of stimulation by reaching between them to find the center of her heat, slick and waiting for his touch, smiling as he felt the hard nub already erect and primed for him.
Their first orgasms were freeing, letting them release the tension they'd been carrying for so long. The freedom to be loud—to scream or swear or groan without worrying about waking someone else was something to be reveled in. The second time he told her he wanted her on top so he could be deep inside her and still use his fingers on her clit to add to what she was feeling.
She pouted a little and told him she knew he just wanted to watch her tits bounce as she rode him, saying her ass was feeling neglected.
He couldn't say she was wrong, but at the reminder of his favorite, Daryl gave her a darkly predatory look that made her flush pink on her chest and throat. Without a word he flipped her over and started wetly kissing his way down the small of her back and across each cheek, using that long strong tongue in tandem with sucking nips to caress every inch.
Then he flipped her back over and drew her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide and began devouring her in such a ravenous way that in short order she came with abandon, spasming against his mouth and grabbing at the sheets and his hair as she cried out in ecstasy.
While she was still coming Carol felt his tongue delicately drift back to her smaller opening and start deep licking strokes across it, making her whimper and push against him, silently asking for more. He lifted his head and waiting a few beats to make sure she watched, put his middle finger inside his mouth and sucked on it, then he pulled it out slowly and pushed it inside her wet pussy, charging it with her silken juices as he curved it, stroking up into her depths, in and out in a slow rhythm.
Her hips started to move with him, urging him on with little high pitched pants, but then he stopped, drawing his finger out. She protested with a whine until he drew it back to circle her other opening and gently pressed inside. She pushed against the penetration, helping, opening for him and he continued to move forward until the finger was fully seated, waiting for her to relax around it. When she did, he started licking and sucking at her clit, lapping up her sweetness, humming with pleasure, reaching up with his other hand to smooth it over her abdomen, feeling the muscles there flex as she arched, pushing her hips into him.
"Daryl...god..." Carol moaned and found his muscular forearm with her hand, dragging his hand higher to her breast. He fitted the tight nipple between the V at the junction of his middle and pointer fingers so he could cradle and squeeze the whole soft rounded mound and still pinch where she needed it. Her approving groan and the sudden gush of nectar against his tongue and hands told him he was doing it right.
How long had it been since they'd had the time to play like this?
Making a spear of his tongue he thrust it inside her pussy while also nosing her clit and she laughed with happiness as she came this time, so over stimulated she felt light headed.
Daryl raised his head, looking up at her, legs sprawled open with abandon, breathing hard, waiting for him and he wanted to be inside her; he felt starved for her. He kissed his way up her body, lingering on her soft belly, remembering how he'd lie against it and talk to Caleb all those nights while she'd sheltered him inside her. She was the mother of his children, she was his wife; she was his everything.
"Com'ere." Carol said, opening her arms to him.
Daryl went into her embrace, his head cradled against her breasts, feeling them rise and fall with her still rapid breathing, pressing light kisses to her forearms as she petted her fingers through his mane of hair. Then she drew him up for more kisses, savoring his lush lips and tongue moving with hers. He kissed with everything he had and she loved that about him. What was that old song? It's in his kiss?
The first time he'd kissed her in the kitchen at the house in college she'd felt it—how he'd abandoned all pretense of simple friendship and given in to his need to let her know how he felt about her. She'd told herself at the time that she was just projecting her own love for him onto what was probably just another drunken hook up for him; but now she knew better. His kiss that night was the only way he could tell her; show her how he felt back then when enough drink and his impending departure had lowered his inhibitions.
She felt him settle his hips into the cradle of her thighs, his erection rigid and pulsing between their bellies.
"You want me to use one?' Daryl asked, trailing nuzzling kisses down her jaw.
"No, but you probably should." Carol sighed. They'd welcome more kids, but not so soon after Caleb.
"Okay—gimme a minute." Daryl grunted, giving her a quick kiss and sitting up to paw through the honeymoon gift basket their friends had left on the night stand in the room.
"Well, ain't this interestin'..." He chuckled and tossed something at her.
Carol sat up and snorted. It was an extra large bottle labeled 'Organic Lotus lubricating gel.'
"Maybe later..." she said and shot him a quick grin.
"Shit...didn't think my dick could get any harder..." Daryl muttered and groaned as he rolled on the condom, taking a few slow deep breaths to try and slow himself down. He'd already come once tonight and that was helping, but god almighty he wanted to last as long as possible inside her now.
Daryl lay back down and gave her the puppy dog eyes, one hand reaching out to jiggle her left breast hopefully and she pursed her lips at him.
"I suppose you should enjoy them while you can." she said in mock stoicism.
"Always liked your boobs..." he told her seriously, not wanting her to think it was only because they were bigger now, "...thinking 'bout how those sweet little pink nipples would taste if I ever got the chance to-"
"How did you know they were pink?" Carol interrupted suspiciously, stopping his fingers stealthy progress towards the topic of discussion.
"Saw 'em once." Daryl admitted.
"Daryl!"
"It was an accident—first time at the lake—you had on Lori's suit...it was a bit too big?"
"And I asked you to put lotion on me." Carol said, blushing at the memory of her first flirtation.
Daryl's other hand slid from her hip to the neatly trimmed patch of curls at her center.
"How I knew you were a real red head too." he smirked, stroking her there. "That was my favorite jerk off image for years..."
Carol raised an eyebrow at him. He'd been with other women in the last ten years...
"It was always you." Daryl said, seeing her question in her eyes. "I knew being with you would be like heaven."
"Your sweaty bare arms and neck when you played Frisbee with the guys..." Carol said in a low purr, "Your shirt and shorts clinging to every muscular curve after you came out of the water at that lake; your eyes burning their blue into me as I bandaged your hand...the smell of your leather motorcycle jacket and how good your ass filled out those tight black jeans..." she reached down and ran her fingers lightly over his cock and then closed them over it, "Imagining this..."
"Reality live up to your imaginings?" Daryl asked, biting his lip when in one fluid motion she moved to straddle him, retaining a firm grip so she could guide him inside her. He grasped her hips to help her, steadying her.
"Better," Carol sighed and then asked, "Did it for you?" starting to move, slowly rolling her hips up and back, riding him, smiling when she saw his gaze mesmerized by the sway of her breasts.
"You know you're my heaven, sweetheart." Daryl said, groaning, his hands sliding up from her waist to enjoy the bounce as she quickened her pace.
"Welcome to paradise." Carol smiled down at him.
I wanted to get Merle in there, but his story just didn't fit with the earlier chapters. I thought this worked well, building on what Rick had done in finding him to get info on Daryl & it kind of grew from there. I also wanted Tyreese involved in their lives—I was sad to see him pass away on the show—and gave Sasha back Bob as well. I gave Michonne both Andrea & Andre; I was really feeling the happily ever after vibes today I guess! LOL.
The resort cabin on the water was based on a picture I saw of Jennifer Aniston's honeymoon site.
I'm sad to see this one end, but I had a lot of fun writing it! Thanks again for all your kind reviews.
DD1