Chapter 11.

Disclaimer: I have never been to Disneyworld. I know nothing about Disneyworld, so this is going off of guesses.

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"...but I don't want you to think that that's a dealbreaker for me. I love you and Noah, and you're both enough for me, even if we don't..."

It's funny how many times those words have played over and over in her head since just last night. They'd talked more about it but looking back now, she doesn't think that she ever said that she did want more children. And now, she wondered if she should even bother with telling him. She thought as she put the final pillow on the freshly made bed.

"Liv, honey, the car is here!" She heard Peter call, Noah's tiny voice tagging in behind him.

"Mom, come on. We're gonna be late for Disneyworld!"

She came from the back as Peter was laughing at what Noah had said. "Baby, I don't think we can be late for Disneyworld." She said while cupping his face. "Got everything?"

"Yes,"

" You sure? We can't come back for two weeks." Peter added. Noah stopped quick and gave it some thought. His eyes went huge as if his very soul had been shocked upon realizing…

"Eddie!" He yelled, running to his room. Peter and Olivia laughed as he passed them, and Peter wrapped his arms around Olivia.

"I love you. Have I told you that?" He said.

"Every day, but I could always stand to hear it again." She said as they kissed. Just then, Noah returned, Eddie in his arms, and ready now to go.

"I'm ready for real this time!" He happily announced as he walked toward the front door. "Let's go!"

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When they got to Florida to the hotel where they were staying, Noah was in awe! First, he saw Mickey when they first arrived and he nearly lost his mind. Donald, Goofy, and Minnie weren't far from Mickey and this was already so much more than he'd expected.

They were staying at the Grand Floridian Resort and Spa and Noah had never been to a hotel before. It was a magnificently beautiful and posh hotel and after he calmed down, Noah didn't know what to look at first. Olivia and Peter had quite a time during check-in getting him under control as he was everywhere in the lobby.

"...it's beautiful!" Olivia was impressed, her arms thrown around Peter as the bellhop brought their bags into the suite and Peter tipped him before he left. The place honestly looked like a fancy apartment, complete with a full kitchen and dining room.

"What do you think, Noah?" Peter asked, at least he thought he did, but Noah had run off toward the back of the suite. "...that was quick." He laughed to Olivia, prompting her to kiss him.

"I'd better go find the little one." And she quickly exited the room and Peter picked up their bags to take them to the bedroom.

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Over the week that followed, Noah had the time of his young life in Florida! DisneyWorld was everything he could have wished for. And between there, the water parks and Universal Studios, he was in heaven! When Thursday came around, independence day, it was magical. There was a huge fireworks display at the park, but even bigger fireworks between Olivia and Peter. The entire trip, they were inseparable. Even a seven-year-old could see. They couldn't keep their hands off one another the whole time they were there, often being told what a beautiful family they were by almost everyone at the resort.

Watching the fireworks on the 4th, Peter thought about proposing to Olivia right there, in front of the whole park full of people. He wanted to. But a sudden bout of fear held him back. What if she said no? He wondered over and over again. Suddenly he became too afraid to ask her, and he mentally kicked himself the whole rest of the trip. That night, he left the ring in his pocket and instead enjoyed the fireworks with Olivia in his arms and Noah on his shoulders.

That Friday, they'd spent the day at Universal studios and after they'd gone out to an early dinner, they let Noah get a few more hours of park hopping before they called it a night and headed back to their hotel. Noah was asleep by the time they got back and Peter carried him and put him to bed when they got there. Olivia stood in the doorway of Noah's room, watching with a smile as Peter quickly got Noah's pajamas on without waking him, then tucked him in and planted a kiss on his head.

"Night Little man," He said as he kissed the sleeping child's head. Liv got a tear in her eye that she quickly wiped away as Peter came out of the room and shut the door.

"...I can't believe he's still excited." Peter smiled as he held Olivia's hand in the hallway.

"Excited is an understatement." Olivia laughed, "You know, I never got to thank you for the trip."

"Liv, you don't have to thank me."

"Well, you're officially his favorite person now- not that you weren't on your way before. But Disneyworld? Definitely gets you major points."

Peter smiled deeply as he kissed her hand and they walked to their room."It's been a long day, full of rides and shows and junk food..."

"...and tomorrow we get to do it all over again!"

"...bright and early!"

"But at least it's the last day."

"Sick of the happiest place on earth, already, huh?" He joked as he took his shirt off and tossed it on the nearest chair.

Jesus! It literally took her breath away every time. This gorgeous man was all hers.

"Let's just say, I won't miss it when we leave on Sunday." She said as she came into Peter and kissed him. "But, Noah had a great time so…"

"Oh yeah, and what about with his mom?"

"His mom- is really glad that he's asleep, and in his own bed finally!" she said, putting her arms around him. "...because I have been waiting all day to be alone with you…" she smiled seductively, causing him to smile as well as he pulled her closer and lowered his head to kiss her.

"Do you know how fucking amazing you look right now?" He said as his eyes traveled her body. She wasn't wearing anything but a tee shirt and skinny jeans, but he toyed with the belt loops that hung from her jeans, around her waist, pulling at them playfully.

"Somebody's anxious,"

"If what's standing in front of me is any indication of what's under your clothes- damn right I am." He leaned in and kissed her, slowly, letting the tip of his tongue go across her lips before playfully biting them. They hadn't made love all week for Noah insisting that he sleep in their bed with them. They both knew how hard it could be to sleep in a new place and so they didn't complain. But tonight, there was no Noah in their space. His falling asleep on the way back to the hotel was a great thing. And right now, Peter was bursting, they both were. She put both her hands on his face as they kissed sultrily, then she pushed him down on his back onto the bed.

"You are so impatient…" she laughed as she turned and headed towards their bathroom. But Peter was fast, and he gently grabbed her arm as he stood up, and he pulled her back to him.

"...don't go," He said as he then pulled her hair free from the clip that held it up, sending it falling in loose waves around her shoulders.

"You're getting quicker with those," she said as she shook her thick, beautiful mane free.

"Uh-huh," He mumbled as he took her lips softly while holding the nape of her neck. Slowly, his fingers trailed the hem of her shirt and began to lift it, and she quickly raised her arms to allow him to take the tee off of her completely. He licked his lips as he took in the sight of her full breasts in her navy mesh bra and he kissed her again.

Once again, she pushed him down on the bed, and sensually kissed his mouth before she quickly stood up. She unbuttoned her jeans while locking eyes with him, and she pulled them down her long legs and off. The sight of her body clad in the matching navy panties and bra sent Peter reeling as he pulled her close to him and kissed her as she spread herself across his lap, her beautiful long legs astride as she was facing him. He looked her over before he slid a hand down her neck and nipped it. She smiled as he ran his fingers over her breast, her nipples becoming rock hard as they swelled through the dainty mesh of her bra.

She practically got drenched when he spoke, knowing just what she was in for, and needing it. They both did, having refrained from sex all the last week. He felt so incredibly good to her as his hands roamed her body and he attached his lips to her left nipple. She felt more shivers go through her at the feel of his mouth on her and began to move her hips against him as he switched to the other breast before he looked up to kiss her lips. Whispering as they kissed.

"You're so damn beautiful, Olivia…" he quickly changed positions, laying her down as he climbed on top of her.

"Peter…" she whispered as he kissed her, and pulled her bra cup down so that he could get to her breast properly. She was enjoying this, god she was. Again feeling electric as his mouth worked her nipple. "...as much as I hate to break this up, I need to take a shower first…" she laughed as his warm breath tickled her navel. He was kissing his way down her stomach and ending between her legs where he teased her inner thighs, running his fingertips along the sensitive skin there.

"We'll get there, too," he said as he pulled her panties aside and dove in with his mouth, making her forget about the shower as she moaned with a huge smile spread across her lips.

A little later…

He put a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming when it again arose. She was riding him hard in the armchair, and he was hitting her spot so wonderfully and so intensely. She was going to explode at any second as he looked down to watch his cock pounding into her between her wide open thighs that were spread across him. She bounced on his cock, and she knew that she wasn't long for a huge orgasm. Even he could feel it in the way she tightened around him.

"Cum for me, beautiful!" He whispered as he dropped his head to kiss and suck at her nipples. The feeling went straight to her pussy which was already creaming all over his dick, but she couldn't get enough.

"Right there…" she cried. He was hitting her g-spot so perfectly with every stroke. "...oh goddddd… Peter, fuck!" She bit into his shoulder to mask her scream as she arched her back and held onto him, as she panted heavily, loudly. "Shit, right there! Please don't stop! Oh please!" She whispered through hitched breaths. God he felt so incredible, as tears had begun falling from her eyes.

He went in deeper as he felt himself reaching the edge, grinding his hips as she came hard. Her orgasm was strong as it crashed over her, and he wasn't far behind. He came like a beast, her in a tight hold, and with her firmly in place, he rutted into her hard until he gave his last drop and they both collapsed.

Later as they lay in bed, she with her head on his shoulder and her arm across his chest. She listened to the sound of him breathing and so much ran through her mind. She hadn't cleared up with him what she meant when she asked him about kids a week ago. Sleepless, she quietly got up to roam the suite, slipping on one of the thick, embroidered hotel robes to cover her nakedness.

Walking down the hall, she stopped to ease the door open to Noah's room to see that he had kicked off his covers as usual. She laughed silently before she stepped into his room to straighten them, seeing that he still held Eddie tightly. That old elephant had seen better days, she thought as she tucked her son in again. Noah had him for so long and Eddie was definitely showing signs of wear as he grew with Noah. She bent to kiss her son's sleeping form before she eased her way out of the room and again left the door open a crack. Then, walking into the huge kitchen, she flicked on the light switch and opened the refrigerator. She stood with the door open wide before deciding that there was nothing in it that she wanted and she instead turned, got a glass from the cabinet and filled it with tap water before she took a seat at the counter to drink it.

She really didn't mean to let Peter think that she didn't want more children when they talked last week. Though honestly, she thought he knew; at least she hoped he did. Noah was growing so fast, and he would always be her baby but of course, she wanted more children. She'd given up on the idea for a while, thinking that starting menopause ended those dreams, but Peter made her think that maybe she could do this again. Maybe it wasn't too late.

Having almost finished her water, she began picking through the fruit bowl in the center of the counter and decided on a juicy, red apple.

It shouldn't matter so much, but it did. For all the life she'd lived so far, it felt like it was just beginning with Peter and she wanted this feeling to never leave.

"You're getting way ahead of yourself Olivia. He hasn't even given you a reason to think that he's gonna propose to you at all, if anytime soon." She said to herself. But then she thought once again about something that Melinda had said:

"...If there's one thing I know, men don't bring up marriage unless they're seriously thinking about it."

Smiling at just the thought, she picked up the apple and bit it, quickly grimacing a sour face and spit out the apple into a towel. It tasted terrible. Super bitter and somewhat rancid. She sat the apple aside, and drank more water to cleanse her palate and got up to refill her glass.

She hoped that Melinda was right. She'd never imagined that she would want this with Peter but she did. She wanted it and she didn't care about how it might look to people. She was older but, so what? He truly loved her as she did him. And yes, it frightened her to feel this way about him. It scared her to death, but it also made her feel wonderful.

"I see we had the same idea," Peter said as he entered the kitchen. Shoeless, with his pajama pants riding low on his hips.

She smiled, putting down her glass as Peter shut the refrigerator. "You make me ravenous and then I can't find anything appealing."

He laughed as he picked up her discarded apple and took a huge bite before she could stop him. But when he didn't spit it out immediately and in fact chewed it like it was the best thing he had ever eaten, even taking another bite she looked at him disgusted.

"Peter, how can you eat that? It's disgusting."

But Peter was confused. "What do you mean, it's delicious." He said, bringing it to her lips but she turned away from it. He laughed, kissing her bare shoulder where her robe had fallen before he took another hearty bite of the apple, being one more away from finishing.

She watched him, her being sickened at the thought of it and finished her water. "I'm gonna go grab that shower I never got, and get back to bed." She put her glass in the sink and pulled his waistband lightly with her finger on her way out, letting it draw back against his tight abdomen. She smiled to herself as she left the kitchen and headed back to their bedroom.

"We haven't tried the showers here!" He called after her, dropping the remnants of the apple in the garbage disposal and hurried to catch up to her.

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Being on this trip made Noah realize even more how much he needed Peter in his life. He loved the long talks he and Peter had, and all the great things they did together. Sure, he had a terrific mom and he was thankful for her, but Peter understood what it was like to be a boy. The next morning at breakfast, he was glad that Olivia slept in so that he could have more time with Peter.

"Peter?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"When you and mom get married, will I finally get a baby brother?" Noah asked as he swallowed the bacon in his mouth.

"What brought this on?" Peter asked, pouring more orange juice into Noah's glass.

"I'm lonely."

"Are you?" Peter asked.

"Uh-huh. My friends are nice but I really want a brother. Kellan has a baby brother. He just turned four and he's the coolest! He wants to do everything Kellan does and they have so much fun together. Plus, who am I gonna teach all the things that I know?"

"You've got a point there." And he did. Peter had to give it to him as he sipped his coffee. He'd often wished growing up that he had a younger brother or sister, so he understood. "But, that's something that your mom and I oughta decide on together."

"But what if mommy doesn't want a brother?"

Peter thought for a moment of how to broach the subject with the young child. Especially since he and Olivia had that talk a week ago. Yes, he told her that he'd be okay if she didn't want more children, but he forgot about Noah. He hadn't counted on him wanting to be a big brother, not that he could blame him. The times he had growing up with Pamela were the best times of his life, and it made him sad that she wasn't here to see how his life had turned out and that she didn't get the chance to know Olivia and Noah. None of his family would.

"Peter?" Noah called, breaking Peter's reverie.

"I'm sorry; yeah, buddy."

Noah could tell that Peter's mood had changed even though it was subtle, and just like a child who had no filter, he asked him about it.

Peter hesitated. He hadn't ever talked about his sister with anybody besides Olivia and Kevin, and he didn't quite know how to broach the subject with Noah. "Uh...I was thinking about my big sister."

"You're a little brother?" Noah said, intrigued.

"I was." He said, a bit melancholy.

"Was?"

"Yeah, bud... My sister died last year."

"Oh. I'm sorry...she would've been my aunt soon, right?"

"She would've, that's right." He smiled.

"Was she nice?"

"She was. Before she got sick, she was the best."

"Would she have liked me?"

"I think she would've loved you, almost as much as I do." Noah smiled and Peter felt better.

"There's my guys." Olivia said as she walked out on the huge terrace and kissed Peter, then Noah before sitting down.

"Good morning," Peter said as he handed her a freshly poured cup of coffee. But she was starving and hurried to fix her plate, sampling some of almost everything on the table.

"Mom, did you know that Peter had a sister?"

"I did." She said as she ate a piece of Belgian waffle, then looked at Peter sympathetically. Noah chugged his orange juice down and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm.

"Finished! Can I go face-time Kellan?

"Go," Olivia and Peter said simultaneously. As Noah ran off, Peter looked at Olivia with a sense of embarrassment.

"Sorry. I forget..."

She sipped her coffee then put the cup back down in front of her. "He thinks the world of you, Peter, in case you hadn't noticed. It's okay." She said, touching his arm to assure him. "You alright? She asked. I know that today is her birthday…"

"Yeah, I'm fine… Pam hadn't really been in my life for years. I guess I'm still feeling guilt over how she died."

She knew this. They'd often had talks in the months following, and for a while last year, he was broken up. "You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really. But I promise I'm okay." And he meant it.

"Are you sure? Because I wanted to talk to you about something before we started the day, but if you're not up to it right now..."

"Liv, honey, I'm fine. I promise. I had a great support system when I needed it." He said as she held his hand. "Now, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just… we never, well I never… Peter, when we talked the night before we left for this trip…"

"Liv, it's okay…"

"No, it's not. I may have left things a bit...unclear."

"Unclear?"

"I don't know why I asked you what I asked you that night… I mean, I've gone over it in my head and it was stupid of me. Peter, I hope you know that I do want more children. I've always dreamt of having a whole gaggle of them."

"Wait, you do?" He smiled.

"Of course I do. It just never happened, but then I got Noah but… I just wanted to be sure that you knew that…" she declared, but his previous answer and the subtle look of elation on his gorgeous face told him otherwise. "...which, you didn't." She smiled humbly and somewhat embarrassed.

"Liv, it's okay. Actually, it's more than okay." He smiled that beautiful smile of his.

There was something in the way he said it. Something that, God help her, made her feel she was right. He wanted this! She screamed inside. Holy shit, he wanted this! ...what is wrong with you, Olivia? Who cares, he wants this! She had to fight herself to keep from outwardly exploding, and in a calm voice… "it is?"

"Yes, it is…" She put some of her melon on her fork and offered it to him and he quickly ate it then took another sip of his coffee before he got up from the chair. "I'm gonna go down to the gym for a little while, I'll see you in a bit." He said with a quick kiss to her lips. "I love you!"

"I love you..." Was she dreaming? What just happened?She wondered. He was definitely hinting at a proposal… wait, was he though? "Maybe I'm making something out of nothing…" She said as she sipped her coffee. No, he gave a sign. "…holy shit he's gonna propose." She said as he put another piece of melon on her fork and popped it in her mouth, quickly spitting it out in her hand.

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After Florida, they all flew to St. Thomas for some much-needed rest and relaxation. Disneyworld wore them out and Peter and Olivia we're glad to finally have some peace and quiet.

They did practically nothing but lay on the beach every day for that week they were there. Noah didn't care. He was just happy that they were all together and he still had an amazing time at the beach. It was so beautiful, unlike anything he'd ever seen. Peter and Olivia swam with him in the ocean, they played with him on the beach, built sandcastles, went snorkeling, and even watched the sunset every night before Noah would drift off into well-deserved sleep and Peter and Olivia we're both glad that after the first night, Noah slept just fine in his own room.

Being in a house on a private beach gave them the privacy that they wouldn't have had in a traditional hotel. Like long after putting Noah to bed, Peter lay lazily out on the verandah where she sat on the floor, between his legs giving him a spectacular blowjob.

"Fuck, Liv!" He cried. Shit, the way she was sucking him while he laid back, he was somewhere between elation and losing his mind. She always knew how to drive him insane with her mouth, and right now, he was in heaven as her mouth went up and down on his large cock and a long, low moan escaped him.

"Ohhhhhh god…" The look on her face was one of the purest pleasure as they locked eyes for a moment and she teased his head with her tongue. He was going to cum big! "Holy shit!" He seethed, near tears. Her mouth was like a damn glove. A warm, wet, glove that sucked to perfection!

"FUCK…FUUUUUUCK!" He cried into his forearm As he bit down on it. He felt himself slipping into her throat. Slowly. Inch by inch, Dammit he loved this woman! She could control her gag reflex and hold him there indefinitely or until she needed air. She massaged his dick with her tongue and he didn't know how much more he could take. He was like a damn dream, and when she slid him out, then, breathing deeply with spit running down her face, she looked at him and licked the spit from her lips while she went up and down his shaft with her hand. He leaned in and kissed her wildly, pulling at her hair.

"You make me so crazy, Olivia!" He said as she smiled, still stroking him, then kissed him again before she slapped it against her tongue a few times then took it in her mouth again. Peter thought he'd die from pleasure.

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Late the following afternoon, Olivia and Noah were out playing in the water on the beach while Peter looked at them from the open doors of the verandah. He smiled nervously. He had decided this morning that today would be the day he proposed and he was absolutely terrified!

"You can do this, Peter. Just breathe." He told himself as he headed down the beach with Noah's bucket that he'd gone inside to get.

"Here you go, buddy. He called as Noah and Olivia came out of the water, laughing as Olivia splashed him and he ran to Peter all drenched and screaming.

"She's gonna get me, Peter, help!" He laughed, quickly climbing Peter there at the shoreline, only to have Peter begin to tickle him once he was in his arms. Noah squirmed, laughing hysterically as Olivia came over.

Peter would never not be mesmerized by this woman. She was in a summer dress over her swimsuit, with her hair dripping wet but she'd never looked more beautiful. The sun was getting low in the sky and it shone on her and made her eyes look like fiery brandy. He stood, staring at her in a daze as she approached.

"What?" She grinned, squeezing the excess water from her hair.

"I just can't believe how lucky I am."

"Lucky, huh?" She ruffled Noah's already messed up hair.

"Mommy…" he laughed.

"Yeah; very lucky." He said as he looked lovingly into her eyes. "You know, I never thought that I'd find someone like you," she smiled as he caressed her face. "This last year, you've become everything to me. You've been my confidant, my best friend, but most of all you're the woman I love with everything I have inside of me."

Her eyes immediately glossed over. "Peter…"

"You and Noah have shown me what love truly is; what family truly is and I wanna make it official; if you'll have me..."

Noah squealed in excitement. This was it! "Are you gonna do it?!"

Peter lowered him to the ground, then reached into the pocket of his own swim trunks to remove the ring box and got down on one knee there at the shore. Olivia couldn't hold in her tears and she covered her face with her hand and hanged her head, sobbing.

"Don't cry, mom," Noah said softly, smiling as he hugged her. He had never actually seen his mother cry before and it alarmed him a bit, but he knew that this was a happy moment.

"I've waited my whole life for something so right, you've become my everything, Olivia. You make me happy; you and this little guy," he reached out to tickle Noah's belly causing more laughter from the child. Noah looked up at his mother. "...would you do me the biggest honor of my life by becoming my wife...will you marry me, Olivia?" Peter said as he stared into her eyes and she wasted no time in giving him an answer amidst her tears.

"Yes, Peter…"

"Yesss!" Noah cheered.

"...yes?"

"Yes!" She cried. "Yes, I'll marry you!" And she threw her arms around him as they both cried, kissing through their tears, and with her in an embrace, Peter lifted her and spun her around, then quickly took the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger.

"It's perfect!"

"I picked it out." Noah whispered proudly, smiling while he looked up at them. Olivia reached down with her newly ringed hand to rub his curls.

"He wanted to make sure that it was special for you," Peter said.

"Did I do a good job, mommy?"

"You did an excellent job; you both did," she said, looking lovingly at Peter with tears dropping.

...

Later that night, Peter finally came into their room after getting Noah in his bed. "He's out for the night!" He said as he walked over to Olivia who had just put on her thin robe and tied it.

"...he wore himself out tonight. I don't think I've ever seen him so happy."

"I was supposed to say that about you."

"Happy's not the word for how I feel. I mean, I didn't think I'd ever be here. I'm in a beautiful place with my son and the man I love, and he proposed…"

"And she said yes." He smiled. "I never thought I'd be lucky enough."

"Peter, are you sure about this?" She implored. Her mind had been plagued all day. She'd finally gotten the one thing she wanted most, but her mind still couldn't perceive her being so joyous and she wondered if maybe he regretted this already.

"Hey," he said as he got down on the floor in front of her and took her hands in his. "I'm more sure about this than I've ever been sure of anything. I love you, and I'm hoping to spend the rest of what I hope is a long life with you."

"I don't wanna wait," she told him with tears in her eyes and so nervous. Maybe he'd think she was crazy but she didn't feel crazy. The fact was, she was so in love with him. She didn't need a big fancy wedding, she didn't need anything but him. "Let's get married tomorrow,"

"You're serious?" He said, a smile pulling at his lips.

"I am. As long as I have you and Noah, I have everything I need right he-" She started but he cut her off with a passionate kiss. It caught her by surprise at first but she kissed him just as fervently.

"Our friends are gonna kill us!" He said in between kisses.

"I don't care."

"You're okay with no big wedding?"

"I am." She laughed as he looked into her eyes.

"Then let's get married tomorrow!"

"Peter!" She squealed as she threw her arms around him. "God, I love you!"

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