Where the Grass is Greener
Chapter Twenty One
Sara hugged herself tightly as she stared out into the Pacific. The sound of the waves was a sound that she had no heard in years. It was comfort, and her heart filled with joy of the memories of her home.
She sighed and made her way back to the beach house her parents owned. It was quiet; hardly anybody passed by it on the road that went along the cliff that rose above the house. There was no noise from the visitors to the beach, and no other neighbors close by to disturb her. Her parents said that she could use it as long as she needed.
When she first came to San Francisco, her father had a conniption about her coming by herself.
"See, what did I tell you?" Victor Sidle asked his wife. "Why your husband not come with you? I told you that he was not for her!"
Sara and her mother rolled their eyes at his tirade. Diana Sidle drove her daughter to the house.
Sara made sure to explain that Warrick was coming after a few weeks. Sara needed some time alone. After she had her second miscarriage, she couldn't bear to look at anybody that knew her for they had a look of sadness over her all the time. She didn't want that, and Warrick didn't know what to do anymore; he didn't know how to comfort her. Sara decided that it was best for both of them if she went back to California by herself.
Being by herself gave her plenty of time to reflect. She wasn't nervous about Warrick being at home without her. She knew that he would be faithful to her and their vows.
She ran her fingers through her hair as she opened the screen door to the house. She chuckled at her parents' style. Everything had to be Italian. They still had Italian loyalty and pride, even though they were run out of their native land by a backstabbing best friend. Sara wondered what her life would have been like if she grew up in Italy. She'd probably be speaking the language, and she would have been privileged. Her father was the Italian General's second in command, which gave him a lot of power.
Sara decided that she wouldn't have liked to have grown up in high class society. It would have driven her crazy and she would have been much more rebellious than she was when she was a teen.
Sara lit a fire in the fire place and then she fixed herself a cup of coffee.
She went over to her suitcase and pulled out her wedding picture. She was glowing and happy. Sara longed for that kind of happiness again. She and Warrick had not been truly happy since their wedding day. It was hard for them to come to terms with the fact that they could not have children of their own. It caused many sleepless nights for Sara. Warrick was trying his best to assure her that it was not uncommon, but it was hard for her still.
It was ironic to her; she had all the equipment, but none of it worked the way it was supposed to.
She and Warrick had started looking into adoption. Some agencies told them that with their area of profession, that it wasn't a good idea, and that it would be hard for them to adopt a child. It was violently unfair, and Sara gave up on the idea a few weeks after.
It seemed nothing would let her have the one thing she always wanted.
***
Warrick stared at a picture of Sara. She was smiling brightly and trying to turn away from the camera, but he got a good shot. She was sitting outside on their balcony drinking some orange juice in nothing but one of his shirts. He couldn't resist.
It was one of those rare occasions when she was truly happy. He wanted to see her happy again. She was taking not being able to have a baby very hard. He knew that was one thing she wanted.
She went back home to San Francisco and he promised her that he would go to her in a few weeks. He knew that she wanted to be by herself. He wanted to be there to comfort her and tell her that everything was going to be okay.
***
Sara was laying in bed when she heard a knock on the door. She got up and she grabbed a robe.
She tied it as she padded over to the front door. When she opened it, she was overjoyed.
"Warrick," she said as she wrapped her arms around him. "I love you. I missed you so much."
"I missed you too," he whispered.
"I want us to be happy again," Sara said. "I'm happy with you. You're my life and I don't ever want to be without you."
"I love you and I'm happy with you too," he said, pulling away a bit to look into her eyes. "You're my wife, and you're worth more to me anything else in the world. I don't love you any less because we can't have kids. Just a bump in the road."
Sara smiled and she pulled him into the house. She was so happy to just have him within close proximity. She leaned up and kissed him.
"I love you," she said against his lips. "And I know that I can't dwell on this forever. I want to move on," she paused to kiss him again. "I want to enjoy my life with you."
She pulled him close to her and kissed him passionately. They pulled away and Sara took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Once there, she turned and faced him. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration for her and he put a hand on her cheek. She leaned into his touch and sighed. She kissed him again.
His hands went to her waist to untie the robe. She shrugged it off and kissed him deeper.
She realized how unflattering her night gown was and was embarrassed, but Warrick didn't seem to notice as he pushed the straps holding it on her small body off and let it reveal her naked body underneath. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off him and threw it to the side. She leaned her body into his and kissed him fervently.
They made love slowly all night long, forgetting about their pasts and letting go of the present.
