FYH Chapter 29

Irish Eyes are smiling

BPOV:

Getting sick in a foreign country, especially one that does not speak English as a first language, is a scary ordeal. It is worse when your husband already has a lung condition that you have to attempt to explain to the medical staff. How we both ended up with bronchitis is beyond me. Edward explained to me that he is more susceptib1le to things like this, but it did not mean that it did not scare

;.me. We went to the doctor two days before we left Belgium for Ireland, which caused another round of issues with us taking even more prescription meds through customs.

The irony was that he got better almost immediately after starting the antibiotics. I had to return to the doctor for another set of chest x-rays and another round of antibiotics. At least it was finally March and spring was right around the corner. Edward and I had begun to notice the temperatures climbing ever so slightly.

At least we knew enough to know that antibiotics rendered birth control pills useless, so Edward and I stocked up on condoms while we were at the pharmacy filling our prescriptions. Neither of us felt up to having sex at the moment but it was always better to be safe than sorry.

Even though we were not through exploring Dublin, we decided to venture to Waterford for St. Patrick's Day. We were staying at hotel called Dooley's. There was a pub just a short jaunt down an alley from the hotel that was having a St. Patrick's Day party and we were going to attend.

It was going to be an all-day event, with live music, food and beer. I had a feeling it was going to be a day that we would never forget. We arrived at Jordan's Pub around eleven and found a table that was in the corner so that we could watch everything that was going on. Almost immediately, a group of men came in, took the table next to us, and then proceeded to introduce themselves. They seemed like nice gentlemen, who were apparently in the seventies or eighties, but they were a rowdy little group that was intent of having a good time today. When they found out that neither Edward nor I had ever celebrated St. Patrick's Day like this before, they decided that they 'would be remiss if they did not pass on some 'helpful tips gleaned from years of experience.' It really came down to two rules, eat a lot and frequently; and drink in moderation all day.

We decided to be smart and take their advice and made our way up the buffet that had been set up with lamb stew, corned beef and cabbage, soda bread, and black pudding. When we returned to our table, we found that our new friends had moved it to connect with the one that they were seated at and they had ordered us each a bottle of O'haras Celtic Stout. Thomas, the one sitting next to me said that you could not say that you had really celebrated St. Patrick's in Ireland unless we drank the Irish beers and this one; he said was his favorite, which then started a friendly debate over which beer was the best.

We all sat there eating, drinking, and enjoying easy conversation with each other when a group of women, who were obviously the wives of the men, showed up and joined us.

By five that afternoon we were well on our way to being drunk and our new friends were not only teaching us the words to some of the tradition folk tunes the band was playing but they were teaching us how to dance too.

By eleven o'clock, the food was long gone but not the beer and we were currently in the fall over drunk stage. Therefore, when Edward suggested that we go back to the room it sounded like a pretty damn good idea. We bid farewell to our new friends and exited the bar.

As we stepped out of the pub, a group of girls, well whores would be a more accurate description, started yelling at Edward in an attempt to entice him away from me. Normally I would have laughed it off but I was too drunk to act in any way that would be considered remotely sane, "Hey bitches! You're shit out of fucking luck," I grabbed Edward's left hand and raised it to show off his wedding band, "this says I own him so back the fuck off." Then I kissed him deeply and before I pulled away, I whispered in his ear, "catch me, husband!" and then I took off running down the alley.

EPOV:

We left the bar completely inebriated but my wife was always very playful when she was this far gone. She ran from me and down the alleyway, daring me to chase her and I did dare. I caught up to her and grabbed her by the waist, spinning her around and pulling her to me, kissing her hard as she wrapped her arms around my neck and nearly jumped my right here in the alleyway. At least we had enough restraint to make it back to our room without doing anything we would definitely regret. She had her dress off before I even had the door closed and damn it if she had not been completely naked under that dress.

She ran for the bedroom and I chased after her again and grabbed her from behind before she managed to get to the bed. I wrapped one arm around her chest and grabbed ahold of her breast while my other hand trailed down her stomach and I pushed it in between her legs. She let out a soft moan and turned her head to kiss me again. I continued to use my hands until I gave her what would only be the first of many orgasms of the night.

When I released her, she turned and tried to drop to her knees in an attempt to return the favor but I was not having that. I quickly lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed, kissing her all the way. I laid her down; I hesitated only long enough to remove my own clothes before crawling on top of her.

"God, I love your breasts," I moaned as I moved down to attack them with my mouth this time instead of my hand. She reached down take me into her hand and began stroking me tenderly. I reached down, grabbed her hand off me, and brought it up above her head. Resting my weight on my knees, I shifted my weight, grabbed her other hand and secured it with her other hand, pinning them to the bed with my hand. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist putting me in the perfect position to just push forward with my hips and enter her. It was not the slow love making like most of the times that we were together, this was hard, needy, lust driven, drunken sex.

I had sex with my wife two more times after that. The last time, as we came together, I collapsed on top of her, both of us completely out of breath. I kissed her neck and then rolled off her, "I fucking love Ireland," I murmured before completely passing out.

I woke the next morning to the sound of Bella moaning next to me, but it was not the good kind of moaning that I got out of her last night. I tried to open my eyes to see what was wrong but had to immediately close them again having figured out why she was moaning in pain. We had forgotten to close the shades to our East facing bedroom window and the bright sun was streaming in, "I fucking hate Ireland," I moaned as Bella yanked the pillow out from under my head. I tried open one eye to ensure that she was not going to hit me with it. She was using it to cover her face as she stumbled to the window at pulled the curtains closed. I started to laugh but it hurt my throbbing head so bad that it quickly turned to a groan.

I heard her pick up the phone and ordered us coffee, toast, and scrambled eggs to eat. When she hung up the phone, she told me that I needed to get dressed so that I could answer the door when room service arrived. When I told her, "No, I'm never leaving this bed again," then she hit me with the pillow.

I rolled off the bed, put the jeans that I had worn yesterday back on, stumbled into the living room area, collapsed on the couch, and fell back to sleep. I vaguely heard the knocking on the door but I did hear Bella yell at me to get the door because she was still naked. The naked part was what really got my attention, for about a second. Then I sat up too fast and my head starting feeling like it was splitting open again, and I completely lost interest in having sex. I was just in too much pain to do anything that strenuous.

After breakfast and about a half a jar of aspirins each we managed to find the ability to venture out of the hotel. We made our way to the Waterford Crystal factory for the tour and some shopping at the retail store. I wanted to try to find a baby gift for Rose and Emmett, we knew that they were having a girl but they had yet to be able to agree on a name for the poor child. But they still had time. It was only March and she was not due until the beginning of July.

The factory was a lot larger than I thought that it would be. Six departments were what made up the tour. However, I did manage to get my hung over wife so angry with me that she elbowed me hard in the gut and then she went to stand on the other side of the room, muttering something about a one-track mind. Well I am SO sorry, but I thought that calling that one department 'the blowing department' was incredibly funny and I may have been laughing a little. Ok, I was laughing a lot, but in my defense, I was extremely hung over and maybe still a little drunk.

I was exhausted and Bella was still cranky when the damn tour was finally over and we made it to the retail store. Bella was looking at some tumblers that she said that she liked for the house but I was over in the baby gift section. I had found the perfect gift to send back to Rose and Emmett for the baby. I was a figurine of a pink butterfly.

The minute that I brought the little figurine over to Bella, she forgot all about the glasses that she was looking at, oohed, and ahhed at the butterfly in her hand. Of course, we were going to get the kid a ton of other more practical shit. But we were her uncle and aunt and it was our job to spoil her silly with all the frivolous shit that our money could buy.

I knew that Bella would never spend so much money on glasses herself so when excused herself to the bathroom while I paid for the butterfly I grabbed the tumblers too. I had them ship the figurine to Emmett and Rose and the glasses to Mom and Dad. I would have to remember to contact them to tell them to expect the package to hold for me.

We picked up a quick supper on our way back to our hotel for the evening. We were both tired and my headache had never completely gone away. So we enjoyed a quiet evening of movies and packing to return to Dublin for a few more days before we left Ireland for our next destination.

A/N: Ok. I tried to push myself out of my comfort zone and write a lemon but I was so self-conscious about it that I am worried about how it is going to be received. Please be gentle. That is what took me so long to write this chapter.

I need to thank imyoursweet666 for helping me out with this chapter and giving some great info on Ireland. I liked that idea you gave me for when they left the pub, I just changed it a wee bit!

Edward's reaction to the blowing department was my exact reaction and I go to a blown glass shop quite frequently. If you ever get a chance to watch an artist at work with this medium take it because it is amazing to watch.

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