Frances woke early before the darkness turned into the light of day, with that familiar morning sickness…..All day AND night sickness it should be called, she thought. She cleaned up in the little bathroom in their tiny room on the train they were boarded on. Frances was staring at her sickly looking face, tired eyes and messy reddish brown hair in the mirror. It was down, the length of it hit the middle of her back. She tried to smooth down a patch of red-brown frizz and she sighed at her reflection in the mirror. She looked sick. She felt sick. She did not look or feel pretty at the moment. She splashed her tired face with cold water and went right back to bed. She lay down with her chest pressed against the soft bed they were sleeping in.

"You alright?..." she heard her new husband whisper and felt a loving, gentle touch on her shoulder blade. "That's the fifth time you've been up…"

"Seventh…." She said softly. "I feel awful…." She groaned, and buried her face in the pillow. "This is not how I envisioned us spending our wedding trip…."

"I know, my Love…." Fred told her softly and brushed against her bare neck with his lips. "We can stay right here in bed all day if you want…"

Frances grinned while rolling over and embraced him. "I'm sure that was the plan!" she teased him.

That made Fred chuckle and he let his hand glide down the length of her back, while he leaned in and kissed her forehead that she pressed against his face. "Only if you wish,….mein schöne Frau…If you feel up to it. I wish to make it lovely for you." "My Beautiful Wife" he called her in German and said it again, in English.

"I'm not beautiful right now..," she said matter of factly, and glanced at him and his soft eyes. She sighed and chuckled a little as he embraced her again. "And… after…our little romp?" she yawned and giggled softly as she felt his lips tickle her neck. Frances gazed at his handsome face again.

"We can see the Northern Lakes…..walk around in the forests…go swimming in the Lakes….then back to bed once more…whenever you wish…..I'll let you use your imagination…" he grinned and captured her lips with his. She kissed him back and brought him closer and felt her hands reach under his nightshirt and she felt the skin of his torso. She grabbed at the fabric and lifted it up so that he now had nothing on. She unclothed herself as well and blushed a little.

"You're feeling alright enough to…" he whispered, but was soon cut off with her lips upon his and her hand smoothed his chest of dark hair.

"This is our wedding trip…." Frances whispered and smiled down at him. She kissed him again, lying close pressed on top of him. " I don't want to ruin it all…." She whispered and brushed some hair behind her ear. She felt shy but bold too. She was coming out of her shell a lot since she met him. And now she was his wife. She smiled at the thought. They fell in love so quickly it seemed. It was still amazing to think she had only met this man only a couple of years before.

"You will not ruin things…." He whispered. He felt her lips against his as she kissed him, often with depth. She broke several kisses with a smile and went in for more.

"Ich liebe dich…." Frances smiled as she softly and slowly moved upon him and her hair fell around them both, her fingers laced with his. Fred felt her roll over after they had finished. Knowing she was exhausted, he watched her fall asleep and then soon the two in love slept until the next day.

"I've slept the day away…." She yawned and wrapped her arms around him as she woke the next afternoon.

"Oh…that is alright, my Love." Fred told her and brushed her lovely face with his hand, smoothing down her neck and she felt his lips caress hers with such softness. "How do you feel?"

"Better…." She nodded and sat up. "What shall we do today?" she asked with a powerful yawn, stretching a little. "Mmm…" she breathed as she felt his kisses trailing her lovely back up to the back of her neck.

She was beginning to feel a bit nauseous again with the rocking of the train but she put it out of her mind.

"Our train will stop soon." Fred told her. "We'll board our boat on the eco region of northern Wisconsin, northern Minnesota and northern Michigan. There will be so many forests to hike…..if you feel up to it. We can just wade in the lakes, walk nearby….We can go back home sooner if you wish…."

"Fred….it all sounds lovely…." She smiled at him.

"We will rent a cabin for ourselves…."

"Lovely…." She sighed, smiling. "I wish to stay as long as I can. I don't want to ruin our trip…."

"You wont…" Fred smiled at his lovely wife and went in for a kiss.

"I'm going to get dressed…." She whispered and he saw her slip into the little bathroom on the train. He dressed himself as well and gathered their bags and set them on the little bed. Fred turned his head later as he saw her emerge from the little doorway, dressed in a blouse and walking skirt. She smiled her bright smile as she flipped her head upside down and wound her pretty auburn waves into a bun and set it with hair pins. She tucked one last pin in and kissed him as he sat on the bed. Her brown eyes flashed that twinkle in them and she smiled and kissed him again and lay against him as he lay back on the little bed. "Ich liebe dich…" Fred whispered with a grin and he glanced at her lovely blouse and skirt. The pretty blouse was a dusty rose and her long, loose walking skirt was a soft gray color. "I like that….is that new? You little rich girl…" he teased. He was seeing more and more new fashion choices from her.

"Mother and I made it…." Frances grinned at him and kissed him again. "Danke…." She whispered. He kissed her once more and they felt the slow rocking of the train as it came to a stop. They were at their first stop in their wedding trip. They soon boarded the little cruise ship for the lakes of northern Wisconsin, Minnesota and northern Michigan. They gazed up at blue sky with the fluffy white clouds…..The trees in the distance. Miles upon miles upon miles of trees. Frances gazed at the water below. It was pretty blue and foamy white….But later the sight of it and the rocking and swaying of the little ship made her feel ill. She breathed in deeply and stepped away from the railing but it was too late…,she was sick once again. What else to do? She rushed herself and nearly flung her upper body over the rail and miserably disposed of the contents of her stomach there. He was right there by her side through it.

"Go…." She tried to say while she heaved. He caught her as her face was over the railing, one arm supporting her weight….The other arm around her middle. "Go….." she heaved again and tried to push him away, but he stayed. Eventually, Frances found herself with her face against his chest, after her miserable ordeal had finished. She heaved and gasped air into her lungs, then left his embrace quietly and went back to their little room on the ship.

"Dear….." Fred called to her, following her in. He saw her lay down on the little bed.

"I'm sorry…." She groaned out. He could tell she was miserable at this moment.

"Don't be sorry…" He whispered roughly and her carefully smoothed her hair away from her face. "Rest….please…." Fred said softly and climbed onto the bed and lay down beside her. "Rest if you must….It's alright, my dear…"

"I don't want to ruin our wedding trip…." Frances started to cry a little and buried her face in the blanket. She felt so ill….The rocking and swaying of the boat and the sloshing and surging of the water made it all worse. She felt better emotionally as she felt a loving strong arm of his around her.

"Go enjoy yourself, my Love…." She whispered and shut her eyes and felt a wave of nausea run through her.

"I cannot if you're not there….Sweetheart…." He whispered. "I'm sorry….My dear. I wish I could trade places with you…." He noticed as she shut her eyes and miserably groaned and swayed on the bed from the rocking of the little ship.

"I wish we would stop moving,….." she said miserably and felt ill once again. "When will it stop moving?" she asked miserably and turned her head away, trying to take deep breaths, still feeling quite ill with the constant swaying and rocking of the boat. She wished her legs were on dry ground. Anywhere but there! Anywhere but on the water.

"Do you need anything…a sip of water? Ginger water? Tea?" He whispered and tried to comfort her.

She groaned at the mention of water. "Dry ground underneath me would be grand…." Frances whispered miserably and let a noise escape her lips. She felt ill and dizzy and quite fatigued. But mostly ill. "When do we stop moving?!" she asked with her eyes shut, laying flat on her back on the little bed. Her body swayed with the jerky movement of the boat and her head was spinning. She wished it to cease. She wished it all would stop. The spinning. The swaying. The rocking. The sound of sloshing of the waves. The ill feeling of hers. "When will it stop?!" she groaned with her eyes shut as she felt like spewing out again. She prayed she wouldn't.

"I'm so sorry, dear…..Perhaps we shouldn't have come…."

"No….This is our wedding trip!" she cried. "I will be alright…..once there is solid ground under my feet…." She shut her brown eyes as she lay on the little bed, her body swaying with the swaying of the waves and jerking of the boat.

To her salvation, the boat finally stopped its movement and they were at the next stop on their little wedding trip. Fred grabbed their things and they went out onto the deck to soon un-board the boat…..and while waiting in line, Frances had to hang her upper body over the edge, while getting sick….in front of a lot of people! There was no where to go to…. It embarrassed her and she wished she could crawl in a hole. A lady came to her aid, and helped her off the boat and waited with her till she was reunited with her new husband. He ushered her to their little cabin, after thanking the lady for her kindness and compassion.

Frances was overjoyed to finally be on dry land…and retreated to the cabin and rested a long while.