HEARTBEAT OF HOPE VALLEY

by doodlesmam

This story concentrates mainly on Nathan and a new character, Morag Beatrice Gregory known as Bea. It includes all your well-loved characters and a few new ones I have added. My love for Celtic Folklore and life beyond are also brought into the story. I am no writer or wordsmith but saw this story unfolding in my imagination. This is simply written, let your imagination run wild.

43. Chapter 43

CHAPTER 43

When Nathan woke for one brief second he thought it had all been a dream. The bed was empty. He turned, then smelt that wonderful sandalwood smell, it hadn't been a dream, just heaven.

He sat up and looked around, their clothes had all been picked up and neatly folded on one of the chairs, the coffee as ever was brewing. The door was slightly ajar, he thought he could hear her singing, the smile lit up his face. He got up and grabbing a towel wrapped it around his waist. Pushing his hair back he went to the door.

He didn't recognise the song, but what a beautiful singing voice she had. She made him smile and laugh so much, she was swaying her hips to whatever it was she was singing. This is how he wanted to wake up every morning.

"Good morning Constable Grant," she said without turning.

"Good morning Princess" he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. " How are you this morning?"

"In heaven I think. Coffee ?"

She returned with two cups and handed him one " I really hope we can find somewhere we can at least do this on a morning, stand outside next to naked" she said looking at him" and just not care as no one can see us."

"Next to naked, well I suppose I am, but you are not much better, not that I am complaining, we will have a good look around sure we will find somewhere. I nearly bought a plot of land last year, it was one Bill had bought years ago but never did anything with. It would have been perfect, very like this. Now wait Bea, I just remembered something, don't let me forget Mrs. Jamieson, remind me of that name when we get back."

"Mrs. Jamieson, OK but why?"

"Well let's just wait and see, shall we. Wash and shave I think."

"Oh leave it another day, I kind of like it and it tickles."

"It does, does it? Well in that case," he went to grab her but she ducked and ran.

Remembering all he was wearing was a towel he didn't even try to catch her. He went into the cabin, picked up his wash gear and pants, then the pile of stuff she looked to have ready and took them down to the stream. She was already in the little pool, just coming up after ducking her head.

"Room in there for another?" and taking off the towel he jumped in beside her.

As they walked back up to the cabin hand in hand the love they felt and joy they found in each other must have been felt all over the mountain.