A/N - OK - I know you're not going to complain - but the way PC ended just
killed me - so I'm on a roll. I only thought the honeymoon would be about
2 chapters - but here we are onto #3 - so sue me! Enjoy xox - G
Chapter Thirty
"Alison. That's the third one. You can't seriously want another scone." Rafe said with a huge grin.
Alison eyed the plate that sat on the tray between them, sure she never wanted to eat breakfast anywhere but in bed again.
"C'mon. Just one more. It's not for me. It's your child that's hungry. I could've stopped at one." Alison replied.
"Liar."
"OK. Maybe one and a half."
Rafe sipped coffee and laughed at her.
"Rafe.please? Can't I have the last one? It's chocolate chip."
"On one condition." He nodded towards a glass next to the plate. "You have it with that glass of milk."
"Ugh." Alison made a face.
"It's not for you." Rafe looked at her, his eyes serious. "It's my child that likes milk."
That was a nice try, but Alison wasn't convinced. "Wrong. But your child does love hot chocolate, and that has milk in it."
"Alison." Rafe scolded.
She leaned over and kissed him, knowing she was going to get her way. "C'mon."
He took the scone off the plate and held it just out of her reach. "You're spoiling this kid already."
"Don't you want our child to be happy?"
"Yes. But I don't think happiness is a chocolate chip scone."
"Rafe - Don't be ridiculous, of course it is." she said as she snatched the scone from his hand and took a bite, her eyes closing as she savored the taste of it.
Shocked that she succeeded so quickly Rafe sighed, "I'm losing my touch."
Alison giggled. "No, you act tough but you're really just a pushover."
"When it comes to you? Absolutely." He said as he kissed her, tasting the sugar still clinging to her lips.
"Are we ever leaving this room?" She sighed, her eyes still closed.
"Do you want to?"
"No. I don't want to." Alison's eyes fluttered open. She moved the tray to the side as she continued. "As a matter of fact, I never want to leave this train."
"So you want to move in here?" Rafe asked, inching closer to her, bringing his hand to her face, as he used his thumb to brush a crumb from the scone from her lips.
"Sure. Why not?" She asked, completely serious.
"Just stay here, in bed, enjoying room service?"
She moved closer. "Good idea, no?"
"Tempting, no question - but we have a lot to do in the next few months. I mean, if we never leave this train we won't be able to get everything ready for the baby. Not to mention we don't really have room here for a crib." Rafe began to laugh again.
Alison looked into his eyes as she said, "That's my husband. He's always so practical."
Rafe pulled her to him and kissed her, taking her with him as he leaned back on the bed. She rested her head on his chest and sighed.
"This is so perfect. You really surprised me, I thought you were taking me somewhere tropical and warm, but this is better than anything I could imagine."
"I thought you'd like it." Rafe figured as much, but was glad to hear her say the words nonetheless.
"So OK, I guess we will eventually need to leave but we do have two more days."
"Yep. Two more days."
"That's a lot of time. I hope I don't get bored." Alison teased.
Rafe pressed his lips to hers again, "I guess I'll have to find a way to keep you entertained."
Alison felt his mouth moving down her neck as she answered, "I'm a pretty tough audience. Are you sure you want to try?"
Sure he was already succeeding he replied, "Absolutely."
Alison eased away from him and grinned. "Well. You can try later. I'll be back in a little bit, I'm going to take a shower."
Rafe couldn't take his eyes off her, she was so gorgeous. "Wait. What's that you're wearing?"
"Your shirt." She said simply. "You told me a while ago I could keep it."
"And I asked you the other night to give it back."
"Too bad." She laughed as she walked toward the bathroom. She tossed her head around and looked at him over her shoulder and said with a grin. "You want it back - you better come get it yourself."
Rafe bounded from the bed and grabbed her around the waist.
Alison squealed with laughter. "Oh boy. I've got my work cut out for me. I can see you have so much to learn about marriage. Didn't anyone ever teach you how to share?"
"I can share." Rafe replied, "I think I just need some more practice."
"Really?" Alison laughed again.
Still holding her in his arms he leaned in and turned on the water for the shower. Steam soon filled the little bathroom as Rafe lifted the hem of the shirt Alison wore and pulled it over her head.
"See? I think this is a perfect time to share." Rafe said as he eased her into the spray and shut the door of the stall behind him.
Water spilled into her eyes as she looked up at him and grinned. "Wow. Lucky for me you're such a quick learner."
Chapter Thirty
"Alison. That's the third one. You can't seriously want another scone." Rafe said with a huge grin.
Alison eyed the plate that sat on the tray between them, sure she never wanted to eat breakfast anywhere but in bed again.
"C'mon. Just one more. It's not for me. It's your child that's hungry. I could've stopped at one." Alison replied.
"Liar."
"OK. Maybe one and a half."
Rafe sipped coffee and laughed at her.
"Rafe.please? Can't I have the last one? It's chocolate chip."
"On one condition." He nodded towards a glass next to the plate. "You have it with that glass of milk."
"Ugh." Alison made a face.
"It's not for you." Rafe looked at her, his eyes serious. "It's my child that likes milk."
That was a nice try, but Alison wasn't convinced. "Wrong. But your child does love hot chocolate, and that has milk in it."
"Alison." Rafe scolded.
She leaned over and kissed him, knowing she was going to get her way. "C'mon."
He took the scone off the plate and held it just out of her reach. "You're spoiling this kid already."
"Don't you want our child to be happy?"
"Yes. But I don't think happiness is a chocolate chip scone."
"Rafe - Don't be ridiculous, of course it is." she said as she snatched the scone from his hand and took a bite, her eyes closing as she savored the taste of it.
Shocked that she succeeded so quickly Rafe sighed, "I'm losing my touch."
Alison giggled. "No, you act tough but you're really just a pushover."
"When it comes to you? Absolutely." He said as he kissed her, tasting the sugar still clinging to her lips.
"Are we ever leaving this room?" She sighed, her eyes still closed.
"Do you want to?"
"No. I don't want to." Alison's eyes fluttered open. She moved the tray to the side as she continued. "As a matter of fact, I never want to leave this train."
"So you want to move in here?" Rafe asked, inching closer to her, bringing his hand to her face, as he used his thumb to brush a crumb from the scone from her lips.
"Sure. Why not?" She asked, completely serious.
"Just stay here, in bed, enjoying room service?"
She moved closer. "Good idea, no?"
"Tempting, no question - but we have a lot to do in the next few months. I mean, if we never leave this train we won't be able to get everything ready for the baby. Not to mention we don't really have room here for a crib." Rafe began to laugh again.
Alison looked into his eyes as she said, "That's my husband. He's always so practical."
Rafe pulled her to him and kissed her, taking her with him as he leaned back on the bed. She rested her head on his chest and sighed.
"This is so perfect. You really surprised me, I thought you were taking me somewhere tropical and warm, but this is better than anything I could imagine."
"I thought you'd like it." Rafe figured as much, but was glad to hear her say the words nonetheless.
"So OK, I guess we will eventually need to leave but we do have two more days."
"Yep. Two more days."
"That's a lot of time. I hope I don't get bored." Alison teased.
Rafe pressed his lips to hers again, "I guess I'll have to find a way to keep you entertained."
Alison felt his mouth moving down her neck as she answered, "I'm a pretty tough audience. Are you sure you want to try?"
Sure he was already succeeding he replied, "Absolutely."
Alison eased away from him and grinned. "Well. You can try later. I'll be back in a little bit, I'm going to take a shower."
Rafe couldn't take his eyes off her, she was so gorgeous. "Wait. What's that you're wearing?"
"Your shirt." She said simply. "You told me a while ago I could keep it."
"And I asked you the other night to give it back."
"Too bad." She laughed as she walked toward the bathroom. She tossed her head around and looked at him over her shoulder and said with a grin. "You want it back - you better come get it yourself."
Rafe bounded from the bed and grabbed her around the waist.
Alison squealed with laughter. "Oh boy. I've got my work cut out for me. I can see you have so much to learn about marriage. Didn't anyone ever teach you how to share?"
"I can share." Rafe replied, "I think I just need some more practice."
"Really?" Alison laughed again.
Still holding her in his arms he leaned in and turned on the water for the shower. Steam soon filled the little bathroom as Rafe lifted the hem of the shirt Alison wore and pulled it over her head.
"See? I think this is a perfect time to share." Rafe said as he eased her into the spray and shut the door of the stall behind him.
Water spilled into her eyes as she looked up at him and grinned. "Wow. Lucky for me you're such a quick learner."