"Rum!" Belle found him in the library drinking a cup of tea. She ran over to him and settled herself on his lap. The huge smile on her face made it clear that all had gone well with her dad.

Gold enfolded her in his arms. She was exactly where he wanted her. "Belle…" He leaned in to kiss her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands roamed her back and hips as he deepened the kiss. She moaned quietly.

"I trust all went well?" Gold slipped his hands under her blouse to caress her bare skin.

"Yes, better than I expected." She answered in between their kisses. "Dad didn't give me a hard time at all. He's even more or less OK with us moving in together."

"More or less?" Gold broke their kiss to search her eyes. He knew there'd be some issue.

"It's nothing to worry about. We can discuss it later. Right now I'm just happy that he's not upset. He told me to congratulate you and to tell you that you're the luckiest man in the world." She blushed.

Gold grinned. "That's one thing your dad and I are in full agreement on." He pressed his lips against hers again.

"Mmmmm…" She responded to his kiss. "And I'm the luckiest woman." She pushed his hair back from his face with both hands while looking deeply into his eyes. "How did things go with Neal?"

His eyes filled with tears. "He's happy for us… and he's agreed to be my best man."

"Oh, Rum!" She hugged him tightly. "I'm so happy!"

"I'm so relieved, Belle." He pulled her closer.

"I know."

"He told me to give you his love and congratulations. You've won him over, Belle. You've been honest with him and that's made the difference."

"It's the same with my dad, Rum. You've answered every question he's had and taken a lot of grief from him. It's made him trust you."

Gold's relief was evident on his face. "I'm glad that's over with. Now can we relax and enjoy our engagement?"

She hesitated before responding. "Almost…"

He'd already known the answer before he'd asked the question.

"There are more things we need to discuss."

"I know." He sighed. He knew there were several things that were probably troubling her. "Is there something in particular you want to get out of the way before you can relax?"

"There are a couple of things."

"OK. Let's hear it." Gold was dreading what he knew was coming.

"I'll start with the easiest one." Belle bit her bottom lip. "Dad wants to pay for the whole wedding."

Gold was startled. It was not what he'd been expecting. His first instinct was to object. Before he could say anything, Belle stopped him.

"He is my dad, Rum, and I'm his only daughter. He's always expected that he would pay for everything."

"Belle…" He took her hand. "I understand where he's coming from, but it's not necessary. What do you think?" He wanted to do what she thought best. They were talking about her dad.

"I'm not sure what to do. Dad wants this so much. We can't say no to everything."

"What if we split the cost? Would that work?" Gold knew he had to make some concession.

"It works…"

Gold could sense her discomfort. He knew the their financial situation was bothering her. "We're going to be married, Belle. Everything that's mine will also be yours. Can't we look at it that way?"

She hesitated. He could see that she was struggling. "I'm a very wealthy man, Belle. I can't change that. You're going to be wealthy too once you marry me."

"I know, Rum. I don't want you to be upset, but I'm still struggling with that. I feel as though I'm not contributing anything. It's not a good feeling."

Gold's heart hurt for her and for himself. "Would you hold it against me if I was poor and couldn't pay for anything?"

"Of course not. I'd love you no matter what."

"That's the thing, Belle. What we own isn't that important. It's what we each bring of ourselves to this marriage that counts. I know that's what you believe."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "You're right."

"Oh, sweetheart. Tell me how to make this better."

"I think I can only do that for myself. It's going to take me a while to get used to all of this."

He hugged her. "I feel guilty. You're the one making all the adjustments here – new job, new home, new lifestyle… having to learn to live with me." He gave her his best puppy-dog look. "I only have to get used to living with the most beautiful, caring, kind, loving and perfect person in the world."

"Rum…" She caressed his cheek.

"It's true." He lifted her chin and smiled at her. "I'm the one who has it easy here. I don't want to make things more difficult for you… I was hoping we'd share everything equally. Does that make sense to you?"

"Maybe we should think about it a little more."

He knew why she was still hedging. "Go ahead and say it, Belle. I want to put everything on the table."

"OK." He heard her voice shaking. "What about Neal?"

"Oh, darling." He hugged her closer. He understood how she felt. "If you're worried about Neal, don't be. Even though he doesn't want anything from me, he's well taken care of… as will be any of the children we have together. We'll both see to that."

He could see the relief in her eyes.

"What about our finances in the meantime before we get married? How will we pay for things? Especially the wedding…"

"I don't think it's going to make a difference who pays for what. We're going to be married within the month - it's really a moot point."

She decided that he was right. She was going to have to get used to this. "OK. I know you're right. It's just going to take me a little time."

He stroked her back. "I promise that it will all work out." He chuckled. "I think I've met my match, Belle. I'm usually the one gnawing on every detail. You may just have me beat."

She giggled. "I'm sorry. It's just that I like to get things out in the open right away. I knew I'd be worried and upset if we didn't discuss some of these things."

He nuzzled her neck. "Let's promise each other again that we'll always let the other know if something's worrying us or bothering us."

"Even if we know it's going to be uncomfortable to discuss it." She added.

"Yes. I feel as though I can tell you anything, Belle. That's shocking to me on many levels. I've been so closed off for so long. I never knew it could feel so good to share my deepest feelings with someone."

She raked her fingers through his hair and gently kissed his lips. He deepened the kiss and his cock hardened considerably.

"Is there anything else bothering you?" He wanted to address it before his body prevented his mind from functioning.

"Other than Neal, I'm mainly concerned about protecting your interests." There. She finally said it.

He knew she'd be worried about that. It was in her nature to be concerned about everyone but herself. "My only interest is you. We both know that what we have here is rare and remarkable and special. There's nothing that will change it."

"I know." Her eyes teared up again.

He kissed her head. "I love you, sweetheart." He lifted her chin again. "Are we ready to relax and enjoy this engagement now?"

"Yes." She stroked his cheek and smiled at him. "I think I'm ready."

"OK, then." He stroked her cheek in return. "Let me start by sharing some good news with you. Neal's officially moving to Storybrooke on Saturday and he's willing to help us with our wedding plans if we need him."

Belle couldn't help noticing the smirk on his face. It was not the type of smile she would have expected to accompany this news. "Rum?"

"Neal asked if I had an apartment available for rent."

"You have the library apartment." She was quick to point out.

"That's not available, sweetheart… as you know."

She giggled. "Well, it could be."

"Fortunately, it's not necessary. I have the perfect apartment available for him." He chuckled.

"Rum?"

"It's much more suitable for his needs than the library apartment… plus it has an added bonus."

She could tell he was up to something. She waited for him to continue.

"Miss Swan just happens to be renting an apartment in the same building."

"No! You wouldn't!" She began to laugh.

He chuckled. "I have to admit that I'm enjoying the thought of this a little too much."

Belle straddled his lap and kissed him again. "That's very naughty of you, Mr. Gold."

"I didn't know you'd like the idea of it so much, Miss French."

She giggled and pressed against him. His cock strained against his pants. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to have further serious discussion.

"I feel so much better, Rum." She kissed him again. "Do you feel like rearranging the closets now?"

Gold laughed. "I can't say that I was thinking of that at the moment." He slipped his hands under her blouse.

"I promise it will be fun." She gave him a long lingering kiss.

"I'll trust you." He chuckled to himself. He was getting to know how her mind worked.

"I picked up my clothes on the way back from Dad's so we don't have to make a special trip to the apartment. I left some at the door on my way in. I just have to get the rest out of the car and we can get started." She grinned happily at him.

He smiled back. As demanding as his need had become, he almost forgot about it in anticipation of helping her move in. The thought of her clothes mixed in with his did all types of things to him. "OK, sweetheart. Let me help you."

"That's OK, Rum. I can get the rest. Why don't you head upstairs?"

Gold chuckled. "OK. Show me what you have. I'll bring some up with me."

Belle gave him a bundle and he headed upstairs while she retrieved the rest.

It only took her a few trips to gather her belongings. "That's everything." She settled the last bunch on the bed.

"OK, then. Let's see what we can do." Gold led her to the bedroom closet.

He switched on a light and directed her in. She'd peeked into the closet previously, but had never been in it. It was a decent sized walk-in closet, lined on both sides with Rum's clothes, arranged by item type and color.

She giggled. "It's very you."

He chuckled. "I suggest you reserve judgment until you've seen all of it."

"What?" She giggled more. She had no idea what he was talking about.

He took her hand and led her to the back of the closet. "There's more." He directed her attention to another door at the back left that opened into a huge carpeted extension, the size of an actual room. It was lined with shelves filled with shoes and other accessories as well as additional suits, shirts, ties, etc. There was also a dresser, a chair, a bench and a full-length mirror in it.

Belle was speechless. "This is a room in itself."

He chuckled. "Exactly. I had part of the adjoining room converted into an extension for my closet." He grinned at her. "What do you think?"

"I don't even know what to say. This is incredible and so well-organized. I'd hate to change any of it to fit my things in."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "And I feel the opposite. I can't wait to add all of your clothes. We can move a lot of my stuff to another room."

"But everything is color-coordinated and in such perfect order." Belle weakly objected.

"Too perfect and ordered, sweetheart. It's time for a change." He moved his arm down to her waist and pulled her closer. "I want you to take as much closet space as you need."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. This is our home now, Belle. Mine and yours. I want us to share everything equally."

"OK." She giggled. "My clothing won't take up that much room, but I may need more room for shoes than you think."

Gold perked up. His mind went immediately to her stiletto fantasy. "Tell me more."

She knew exactly what he was thinking. "I like wearing high heels, Rum… very high heels."

"Like the ones you talked about during our phone call?" His cock stirred.

She bit her lower lip. "Yes… I have a lot of them."

"You didn't wear them on the cruise…" He looked confused.

"I was afraid I wouldn't be able to balance myself with the movement of the ship. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit clumsy."

He chuckled. "You're perfect to me, Belle."

She smiled shyly and ran her fingers through his hair. "I'm glad you think so. I just hope I don't disappoint you when you finally notice all my flaws."

He squeezed her. "I want to know everything about you – the good and the bad."

"Thanks, Rum." She squeezed him back.

"I have some of my shoes with me. The rest are being shipped to my Dad's." She giggled. "Should we start with them?"

"Yes." He began to remove some of his shoes from the shelves. "How much room do you need to start?"

"Those two shelves will be enough for now… I'll get my shoes while you finish making room." She left and returned in less than a minute.

Gold watched as she began to remove her shoes from the bag. His thoughts kept straying to her fantasy. "Maybe you should model each pair for me before placing them on the shelves." She had on a very short skirt that was setting his imagination on fire. He could not stop thinking of that skirt paired with the heels.

"I'd love to." She knew exactly what he was thinking. She had a few of her own ideas too. "Why don't you sit back on the chair? You'll have a better view from there."

His cock stirred more. "Excellent idea, sweetheart." He sat back and watched her.

She slipped on the first pair of shoes and stood in front of him with her legs spread apart. His cock hardened. Her extremely shapely legs were even more shapely in those heels. His eyes followed them all the way up to the hem of her skirt. "You should always wear heels, Belle." His voice was husky.

She walked over closer to him so that he could almost see under her skirt. "Take my panties off, Rum."

His cock stiffened. She was taking control again. He slid his hands up the sides of her thighs and over her hips. He hooked his fingers over the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. She changed her position, allowing them to fall to her ankles. She slipped out of her shoes and out of the panties. "That's much better."

She bent down to pick up the heels, exposing her bare butt to him. His excitement skyrocketed. She had to know what she was doing. She lingered in that position and then finally straightened up and deposited the shoes on one of the shelves. "Let's try another pair."

Gold's eyes never left her as she stepped into another set of heels. His eyes traveled the length of her legs. He watched her as she walked closer to him and lifted one leg up on the chair next to him. Her short skirt hid nothing. He gulped.

"Do you like this shoe, Rum?" She settled it on his lap, exposing herself to him even more.

"Yes." He wrapped his hand around her ankle and then slid it up her calf.

She whimpered. "That feels good."

"How does this feel?" He moved his hand further up her leg, under her skirt, over the inside of her thigh. When he got as high as he could go, he cupped her in his hand.

She gasped.

He kissed the inside of her thigh. "Does this feel good too?"

She emitted a strangled little sound.

He chuckled. "I'd love to see another pair of shoes, darling." He rubbed his thumb over her clit. She whimpered as she moved unsteadily away from him to remove the shoes she was wearing. She bent over to pick them up, once again revealing her bare butt to him. She lingered quite a while in that position, giving him another show. His cock throbbed and strained for release from his trousers.

She straightened up and slipped into a third pair of heels. She smiled seductively at him. "You like?"

"Come here." He was rapidly losing control.

She walked slowly over and stood in front of him. "Take off my pants, Belle. I want you to see what you're doing to me."

Belle did as he asked, slowly unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. His cock sprang up and lay flat against his belly. She pulled the pants all the way off and ran her hands up the inside of his legs and thighs. He spread his legs open wider. She kissed the inside of his thighs over and over again until he moaned and dug his fingers into her scalp. A series of whimpers and moans escaped her lips.

"I need you to stand up, sweetheart." His voice was ragged.

She slid her hands up the insides of his thighs one last time and planted a kiss on his cock.

He groaned and dug his fingers deeper into her. She planted more open-mouthed kisses on his cock. He grunted. "Please, sweetheart." He urged her to get up.

When she was once again standing in front of him, he moved forward on the chair and pulled her closer. "Hold your skirt up."

She whimpered and lifted her skirt.

"I know what you want, sweetheart." He cupped her butt in one hand and pulled her closer to him. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her clit before sucking it into his mouth. She dug her fingers into his head and cried out.

"Mmmmmm…. You taste so good, darling." He opened his mouth to suck her in further and she moaned and dug her fingers in deeper. She arched her back to push herself further into him. He never stopped sucking. The sensations became almost unbearable. She arched her back and pulled his hair until waves of release passed over her. She had to pull away from him from the intensity, dropping to her knees at his feet.

He raked his fingers through her hair. "Was that good, sweetheart?"

"Yes." She whimpered.

He massaged her scalp as she laid her head on his thigh.

"Tell me what you want, Rum." She kissed him between his legs. He had to stop her.

"Would you bend over in front of me with your legs wide open?" His cock throbbed as he said the words. He could not get the image of her bare butt out of his head.

"Anything you want, Rum."

She bent down in front of him with her hands on the floor and her naked butt in the air. He grasped her butt in his hands and groaned as he planted kisses and then bites on it.

She whimpered as his groans grew louder. He pulled back and looked at her splayed in front of him with the spiked heels and gorgeous legs and delectable bare little butt. His cock felt as though it would burst.

He stood up and helped her stand up in front of him. He held her from behind and bit her neck. "I'm feeling out of control, Belle. You're so damn sexy." He bit her earlobe and she moaned.

He directed her to the back of the chair and asked her to bend over and lean on it. She opened her legs, pulled her skirt up and stuck her butt back in the air for him. He groaned loudly. She was basically naked except for her heels. He could feel the fluid dripping from his throbbing cock.

He slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her again. He found her clit and teased it very gently with his finger. She whimpered. "Tell me if this is too soon for you, sweetheart."

"It's good." He bit her shoulder and pressed two fingers into her. She opened her legs wider. He groaned. He slowly removed his fingers and then pushed his cock into her where his fingers had been. She gasped and he moaned. She was so tight from this position. He knew he would come quickly. He bent over her and bit her back. She pushed against him.

"Does this feel good for you, Belle? I'm not going to last long." He nibbled her along her backbone.

She whimpered. "Yes. It excites me."

He thrust into her and she gasped again. "OK, darling. Hold on tight."

He began to slowly thrust into her.

"Go as fast as you want, Rum. It feels good."

He groaned loudly and let himself pound hard and fast into her. He brought his right hand around to find her clit with his fingers and massaged it with each push. She cried out as he erratically brought himself to a fast and intense release.

He continued to push into her as he stroked her over the edge.

They both collapsed onto the carpeted floor. "I'm sorry, Belle. I got a little out of control there." He held her close.

"I told you I liked it, Rum. I like it when you lose control like that."

He looked deeply into her eyes. "You never cease to amaze me. Are you OK?"

"Never better." She pulled his head onto her chest and gently scraped her nails across his scalp.

He moaned contentedly in response.

After a couple of minutes she giggled. "I never thought I'd do something like this in a closet."

He chuckled. "We didn't get too far with our rearranging."

"I put two pairs of shoes on the shelves." They both laughed.

"At least I had to foresight to carpet this floor. I never knew it would be so useful."

She giggled again. They hugged each other and rolled over so that she was on top of him.

"We're extremely compatible, darling. We both like the same things." He brushed the hair from her face. "Just tell me you'll let me know if you don't like something. I always want both of us to have fun."

She ran her fingers through his hair. "I've told you before that I will."

He hugged her again. "I love you, Belle."

"I love you too. I'm so happy that we didn't wait to move in together."

They lay there for a while longer holding and caressing each other. Eventually they sat up. "Maybe we should try to get this closet rearranged now that we got that out of our system." Gold grinned at her.

"I agree. I bet we can get a lot done now." She giggled.

"Unless your needs get the better of you again." He teased her.

"My needs?"

"You're the one who forced me to remove your panties. I had no chance after that."

"You liked it, didn't you?"

"Sweetheart, I love it when you take charge. You can order me to do anything you like and I guarantee you I'll be all over it."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Please do."

She tried to sound stern. "OK. We really should try to get something done."

"You're right." They finally got serious and made a lot of headway in the closet. They added all of Belle's shoes and made room for all of her clothes (including the ones still to come) in both the outer and inner closets. They ended up moving some of Gold's clothing to the closets and dressers in the guest rooms.

"It doesn't look as organized as it did when it was just your clothing." He could hear the apology in her voice.

"I like it so much better." He held her from behind. "I can see you in it, Belle. There's life here that wasn't here before."

"You think so?" She looked up to meet his eyes.

"Yes. Look at it. There's all types of variety here that was missing before. You've brought that into my life, Belle."

Her smile betrayed her relief. "Thanks, Rum. You always know the right things to say."

"It's the truth." He pulled her hair back from her face and kissed her neck. "We got a lot done today in spite of our slow start." He squeezed her.

"Yes." She giggled. "I got energized after our little distraction."

He chuckled. "You're too adorable. I just want to eat you up."

"Rum?" She reached up and stroked his cheek. "Are you hungry?"

He laughed. "You really are your father's daughter."

She giggled. "I'm starving."

He hugged her tight. "I'm hungry too. We've done more than enough today. Let's have something to eat. Then we can relax for the rest of the evening. I think we deserve it."

They headed down to the kitchen. "I marinated some chicken earlier. I thought we could cook it on the grill and eat it with a couple of salads."

"Sounds perfect. You're always thinking ahead."

"I didn't want you to go hungry."

She smiled. "We're going to have to plan out our meals from now on. I think we should take turns cooking."

"Sounds good to me. Just know that I don't mind cooking at all, Belle. I find it therapeutic. I'm more than happy to take extra turns."

"I guess we'll work it out as we go along."

"Yes. Plus we'll go out at least once a week to give ourselves a break." He held her from behind. "I like this."

"Me too." She reached up to stroke his cheek.

They prepared the meal together. Belle made salads and Gold grilled the chicken. The weather was beautiful so they were able to enjoy their meal outside.

"It feels good to get some air. We were locked in a closet for half the day." Belle giggled.

"Yes…" He grinned at her. "Should we go for a walk after we eat? You haven't had a chance to explore your new neighborhood yet."

She agreed. They finished eating and cleaning up. Then Gold took her on a walking tour of their neighborhood.

"It's beautiful here, Rum. I love all the gorgeous Victorians."

"Yes, it's quite lovely." They walked along companionably, admiring their neighbors' houses and gardens.

As they walked along, the houses became fewer and farther between. Toward the end of their road, Belle spotted a huge mansion at the top of the hill. "Do you know who lives there?"

Gold chuckled. "That's Jefferson's house."

"Your Jefferson? The hat man?" Belle looked incredulous.

"Yes, the hat man. You seem surprised."

"I didn't expect him to live in a mansion." She kept staring.

"He's a strange one. Most of us don't know much about him. Rumor has it that the house is filled with hats."

Belle giggled. "Don't tease me."

"I'm not teasing. I told you he was obsessed with hats."

She giggled again. "I didn't get to know him very well on the cruise."

"He's very private. Your father and I know him better than most and even we know very little about him. He's quite brilliant and unpredictable."

"Well, I should get to know him better. Same with Gaston and Graham. I didn't spend as much time with them as the others on the cruise."

"I, for one, was very happy you didn't get to know them better." Gold grimaced. "They were your father's choices as potential suitors for you."

"I almost forgot about that." Belle laughed. "You're not jealous, are you?"

"Very." He replied drily.

She giggled. "You are not."

He laughed. "OK, I'm not… but I was after I first met you. I was afraid you'd find all of them more interesting than me."

"Oh, Rum…" She stopped to rake her fingers through his hair. "I barely noticed anyone else once I met you… I wasn't interested in anyone but you."

"I like hearing that." He kissed her on the cheek.

She bit her lower lip. "But I do want to get to know everyone now that I'm living in Storybrooke. Plus Jefferson and the others will be at our wedding. I want to feel connected to everyone there."

Gold hugged her. "Unlike me, I'm sure you'll form friendships with a lot of our residents. People can't help being drawn to you, sweetheart."

She squeezed his hand. They walked along silently for a few minutes.

"Have you decided what you'd like me to wear for the wedding?"

Belle smiled widely. "I was just thinking about the same thing… my mom's gown is a vintage 1960's style even though she got married in the 80's." She looked at him.

"Please don't tell me that you want me to wear a tie-dyed t-shirt and sandals."

She giggled. "I wouldn't mind seeing that."

He looked appalled.

She laughed at him. "No, I want you to be completely yourself."

He looked expectantly at her, a lack of trust obvious in his eyes.

She kept laughing. "In other words, I want you dressed in your usual impeccable way in a perfectly tailored suit or tux… as long as blue is your accent color."

He let out his breath. "Thank you."

"I'm not saying that there won't be a twist." She nibbled at her lip.

He pulled her close and tickled her. "You do love torturing me, don't you?"

"A little… It always makes you pull me closer and touch me. I know what I'm doing."

His cock stirred. "You're being naughty again, Miss French."

She stopped again to rake her fingers through his hair. "I know."

He nuzzled her neck. "Tell me more about what you want me to wear."

"You have so many beautiful suits, Rum. You can choose something you have already."

"I have several I've never worn. I'll let you take a look. I need your input."

She smiled shyly. "I think you're very capable of choosing your own outfit. You always look gorgeous and sexy. I wouldn't mind being surprised on our wedding day… the way you're going to be surprised by what I'm wearing."

Her desire to include him in the standard traditions such as the engagement ring and the surprise outfits aroused him. Why did everything she did have the same effect on him? He chuckled and she looked at him.

"I'm entitled to my own little secrets about our wedding."

"That's fair." She smiled at him.

"OK, darling, now tell me about the 'blue'… is that going to be our color for the wedding?"

"I hope you agree. I think it's meant to be our color."

Before she could continue, he interjected. "It's been mine since the moment I looked into your eyes."

She blushed and his cock twitched more. He could still make her blush.

"Well, I wasn't thinking about my eyes…"

He chuckled. "Go on…"

"Since we met on the cruise, I keep thinking about the blue sky and blue sea…"

"I like that." He pulled her closer.

"… and then I broke the teacup with the blue pattern on it when you proposed…"

He tightened his grip on her. She had no idea how much he'd come to cherish that cup.

"… and then you gave me the blue sapphire and I gave you my ring with the blue stone…"

He felt teary-eyed. "That's lovely, Belle."

Her eyes were glistening with her own tears. "I'm glad you like it."

"I do. It's perfect for us."

She seemed deep in thought. "Is the teacup part of a larger set of dishes?"

"Do I have to answer?"

"Yes." She looked at him. "Is it a secret?"

"No, it's just that I don't want you to think that I'm totally crazy right away."

She could feel a giggle coming on.

"It's actually part of a much larger dinner service for 24."

She could no longer hold back her giggle. "Have you ever had that many people to dinner?"

He tickled her. "You wouldn't be giggling if you didn't already know the answer."

It took her a while to stop laughing. She finally caught her breath. "It may be fate that you have so many settings."

"What are you thinking, Belle?"

"I'd like to use the service for our wedding. The cup means something to us and the blue and white pattern would be perfect."

"So it's not so funny after all."

She giggled again. "It's still funny."

He laughed. "I like the whole idea of it. I've been using the cup."

"You have?"

"Yes. It reminds me of you."

"That's so sweet, Rum. You're very sentimental." She whispered into his ear. "I find it arousing."

He felt his own body responding.

"So our color is blue and we'll use the blue and white china." She smiled. "Now if we can lock down the rental and date tomorrow, we'll be able to let everyone know and make the rest of our plans."

Gold pulled her closer. "I can't wait to tell everyone."

"Me neither." Her eyes met his. "There's one more thing that I should mention."

He waited for her to continue.

"Those rumors may surface again once people find out."

Gold's confusion was evident.

"The pregnancy rumors…" She reminded him.

He groaned. "I almost forgot about them."

"Well, Dad didn't. It was the first thing he asked me."

"Oh my word!"

"He knew they weren't true, but he couldn't help asking."

Gold enfolded her in his arms and kissed her. "Let them think what they will. Besides, the rumors will be true one of these days."

She kissed him back. "I can't wait to have babies with you. I think you're going to be the best dad in the world."

This talk of babies made his cock stiffen. The thought of having children with her aroused him in ways that he couldn't explain to himself. He wanted to take her right there and get started.

"And you're going to be the best mom." His cock strained against his zipper. He nipped her neck. "This talk of babies is making me hard."

She pressed against him. "I know."

He nibbled on her ear. "We did agree that we would wait for a while until we had a little time to ourselves… do you still feel that way?"

"Yes. I want us to have some time for ourselves first. I like having you all to myself."

"Me too." He sucked on her earlobe and she whimpered.

Then she pulled him down into another kiss. He was well aware that they were probably putting on a show for some nosy neighbor.

"Maybe we should head back home." He smiled as he said it.

She gave him one last deep kiss and then linked her arm in his. "Yes. Let's head back home."