O-One and Only

He was massaging her expanding belly as she lay with her head in his lap. They were enjoying a boat ride through the canals of Belgium. She was reading from a baby book they bought in the gift shop and her smile was so radiant, he wanted to take a picture. This Was What Life Was All About-for moments like these when the only thing he wanted to do was make her happy.

"We are not going to name our child Baker," Brandon joked, as he took the book out of her hand.

She was giggling as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Oh what's the matter? You think you're a better cook?"

"I'll tell you what I am better at-names…"

"So you are not even going to think about it?"

"Absolutely out of the question…Oh look, here's one…how about Basil," he quipped.

"You are so going to get it," she insisted.

"Oh Yeah, and what are you going to do about it? I'm the one with the handcuffs."

She smiled as she looked at him. "That sounds awfully kinky Mr. Law."

He grimaced at her use of his last name…there was a reason he simply went by Brandon…there were too many jokes regarding a detective with a last name related to the work he did. She smiled as she looked at him with the adoration of a new wife.

"Don't make that face detective. That happens to be my name now too. "

"Well we could always go by your last name," he joked.

"Don't be silly. I'm proud to take your name…and to be your wife."

He reached for her hand and she kissed his knuckles. "You still want to look at baby names," he asked her?

"No," she said, as she slid in next to him on the boat. "I don't want to look at baby names. I want to look at you."

She caressed his cheek with her fingers, as she looked into his passion filled eyes. "I love you Brandon. You make me so happy. I didn't think that was possible for me."

"You don't give yourself enough credit. You are the most generous person I know. You just never found the right man to appreciate that."

"You do, don't you?"

"I appreciate everything about you Guya and I always will. You are the love of my life."

She could not suppress the sheer delight at hearing someone call her the love of their life…She had never been anyone's happy ever after. "You know, as foreign as that concept is to me, you are the love of mine."

"I appreciate how hard that was for you to say," he muttered, before brushing the hair back from her face. When he looked into those chocolate brown eyes, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He would show her exactly what she meant to him.

His lips were soft and gentle when they pressed against hers; she could still smell the scent of his cologne when she slid her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss. Every kiss intensified and soon his fingers were reaching for the tie on her bikini. It amazed him that she could still be sexy as hell in a Bikini, even when she was pregnant.

"God you're beautiful," he whispered against her lips as he kissed her again. "I want to cherish every part of your gorgeous body."

She blushed as she looked at him, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

"For the first time in my life, I actually feel beautiful," she said. "You make me feel like the only woman alive."

"Because you are the only one that matters to me," he stated, drawing her into a kiss so passionate that she felt like she was losing her breath. How was it possible to want someone so much?

"We're going to break this boat Brandon," she laughed.

"Then how about we just go skinny dipping," he suggested, pulling her into the water with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. "I like how you think," she agreed, as he pulled her bikini bottoms off her and threw them back to the boat.

"Someone is awfully horny today," she insisted, pulling his swim trunks from his body and throwing them back to the boat.

"Someone wants to make love to his wife," he countered, removing her bikini top, and then tossing it back with the rest. "Someone wants to make love to her now."

"Your wish is my command," she purred, her lips seeking his in desperate urgency. They clung to each other with the feverish passion of love -sick teenagers, and the adoring love of newlyweds.

He slid his fingers though her wet hair as he continued to savor every moment of her—and he loved how she quaked in his arms after his name died on her lips and he was inside her once again. For the first time in his life, Brandon felt like he was home. This was home—she was home—and making love to her was what home would always feel like.