As our amazing workweek came to a close, we found ourselves walking along
the sandy shore hand in hand, a few hours before our departure. I had been
so happy the whole time of our vacation.. hell, actually, I've been more
than happy since the day she said yes to my proposal. But as our last hours
on this beautiful island came, I found myself in a slight of depression.
Sure, I'm upset, because the honeymoon is good as done like any other
couple would be. But any other couple would still be in rapture because
they have the rest of their lives together. Jamie and I.. aren't so
fortunate. How much longer will I have Jamie, to hold and to caress.. how
much longer until the day she slips away? I pressed my eyes shut and bit my
lower lip in an attempt to hold back tears as Jamie looked out to the
ocean.
"I can't believe this is all over.." she said quietly.
I nodded, and let out "Hmm." in response.
She looked up at me and stopped walking. I guess she noticed the flood and
redness in my eyes.
"Landon? What's wrong?"
I looked to the side, away from her, at the mirrored windows of the hotel.
I shrugged.
She sighed. "Nevermind."
There was a silence between us as we stood. She looked to the sand.
"Landon.. I know how you feel, but, it's the last day of our honeymoon.
Lighten up!"
I didn't want to say anything, but I knew she was right. It is the last
day, and I need to enjoy it while it lasts. But I was speechless.
"..okay?" she asked.
I turned to kiss her cheek and smiled. "Okay." I responded.
Before I knew it, we were in the elevator holding all of our bags. I wasn't depressed anymore, but I felt good. We were going home to tell everyone about our extraordinary vacation.. just to make them jealous. God knows I love doing that. We walked up to the assistance counter to check out and a fairly old woman took service. "We're checking out of the honeymoon suite." I said, smiling. Jamie was looking around the hotel lobby at the tropical decor, also smiling. The woman paused from her typing. "The honeymoon suite?" she asked. My smile faded slightly, as I nodded. ".. that is what I said.." she blinked at me. "How old are you kids?" My smile disappeared and my mouth dropped a little. "What does that have to do with anything?" she just looked at me. To move things on, I looked around and rested my elbows on the counter. "18, okay." "Isn't that a little young to be married?" It was then that Jamie's attention was caught. "Excuse me?" she asked the elderly woman. "I wasn't aware that our marriage was any of your business." The woman turned to Jamie. "I don't think being wed at 18 is moral." Both Jamie and I looked to this person and our jaws dropped. She was telling Jamie about immorality? I found this quite funny. Jamie, though, looked at this woman with a glare of hostility. "Listen, can you just check us out of the room so we don't miss our flight?" I asked, irritated. The woman turned back to me, and returned to her typing, shaking her head. "Jesus Christ." I said below my breath. Jamie looked at me, wide-eyed. "Sorry." "Okay, you're all booked out." She stated. "Have a nice marriage." I turned, with my eyes still on her. "Citizen high, citizen low." I said. Jamie giggled and I smiled, and we headed to the airport.
6 hours later, we were back in Beaufort. We arrived at my house, to see my mother and Reverend Sullivan waiting for us there. My mom jumped up off the couch and hugged me, saying "Welcome back! How was your honeymoon?" "Amazing." I responded. Jamie also hugged my mom, then stepped to her dad. "Welcome home, Jamie." He said, hugging her. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew he was hugging his no-longer-virginal baby girl. I tried to hide my laughter, but I smirked. Pulling away from the hug, Jamie looked to me with a funny "Dear God, he knows." expression. I nodded, still smirking. I was suddenly disrupted from my mood when I saw Jamie wipe her forehead as her eyelids lowered. My mother also noticed. "Jamie.. are you okay sweetie?" she asked. Jamie nodded. "Yeah.. I just have a headache, that's all." She smiled slightly. This worried me.. so I put my arm around her and kissed her forehead. I prayed this didn't mean what I thought it did..
Before I knew it, we were in the elevator holding all of our bags. I wasn't depressed anymore, but I felt good. We were going home to tell everyone about our extraordinary vacation.. just to make them jealous. God knows I love doing that. We walked up to the assistance counter to check out and a fairly old woman took service. "We're checking out of the honeymoon suite." I said, smiling. Jamie was looking around the hotel lobby at the tropical decor, also smiling. The woman paused from her typing. "The honeymoon suite?" she asked. My smile faded slightly, as I nodded. ".. that is what I said.." she blinked at me. "How old are you kids?" My smile disappeared and my mouth dropped a little. "What does that have to do with anything?" she just looked at me. To move things on, I looked around and rested my elbows on the counter. "18, okay." "Isn't that a little young to be married?" It was then that Jamie's attention was caught. "Excuse me?" she asked the elderly woman. "I wasn't aware that our marriage was any of your business." The woman turned to Jamie. "I don't think being wed at 18 is moral." Both Jamie and I looked to this person and our jaws dropped. She was telling Jamie about immorality? I found this quite funny. Jamie, though, looked at this woman with a glare of hostility. "Listen, can you just check us out of the room so we don't miss our flight?" I asked, irritated. The woman turned back to me, and returned to her typing, shaking her head. "Jesus Christ." I said below my breath. Jamie looked at me, wide-eyed. "Sorry." "Okay, you're all booked out." She stated. "Have a nice marriage." I turned, with my eyes still on her. "Citizen high, citizen low." I said. Jamie giggled and I smiled, and we headed to the airport.
6 hours later, we were back in Beaufort. We arrived at my house, to see my mother and Reverend Sullivan waiting for us there. My mom jumped up off the couch and hugged me, saying "Welcome back! How was your honeymoon?" "Amazing." I responded. Jamie also hugged my mom, then stepped to her dad. "Welcome home, Jamie." He said, hugging her. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew he was hugging his no-longer-virginal baby girl. I tried to hide my laughter, but I smirked. Pulling away from the hug, Jamie looked to me with a funny "Dear God, he knows." expression. I nodded, still smirking. I was suddenly disrupted from my mood when I saw Jamie wipe her forehead as her eyelids lowered. My mother also noticed. "Jamie.. are you okay sweetie?" she asked. Jamie nodded. "Yeah.. I just have a headache, that's all." She smiled slightly. This worried me.. so I put my arm around her and kissed her forehead. I prayed this didn't mean what I thought it did..