Blue Spanish Eyes
We, Tauna Petit-Strawn and Ghostwriter85, do not own the copyrights to Bonanza.
Chapter Eight
Thin white clouds floated overhead and the smell of the Ponderosa pine filled the air. Rosita's long black hair which had been held together in a bun earlier that day was now spread itself over her as if it were a blanket. The tips touched the end of her waist. She and Adam lay on the grass underneath a dozen pine trees that reached up and touched the sky. With nothing but the birds singing overhead and a few animals wandering off in the distance the two were more than happy to be alone.
"Rosita," Adam said as he nestled his face in the nape of her neck as he turned on his side and pulled the dark blue blanket back up under their arms, "I've never stopped wanting you by my side." He hadn't either. He'd thought of her, looked for her, every day that had passed.
"Nor I," Rosita answered softly. "I half thought coming back here might end up proving futile, figured you might have found yourself another wife." Rosita let her fingers run through his hair as her she smiled at him, still half afraid she was going to wake up and find it all a dream.
"Not likely." Adam growled as he nipped at her ear. Then, out of curiosity, he asked, "How many people have made a jump like you?" Adam lifted his head as he asked the question.
"A few," She admitted as her blue Spanish eyes wandered down to his chest which was showing through his open shirt as she gave the answer. It was a sight she'd longed to see for years.
"Rosita," He said as he tilted her face upwards, "just what kind of risk did you take getting here? And what are the dangers to you now since you're here?" He had to know if they're reunion was going to be ruined by any effects to his bride from the jump; that is, if there were any.
"Relax, Adam." She smiled as she ran her fingers down his jaw line. "Barry said as long as I followed everything he said in regard to making the jump it would do me no harm." Rosita wasn't surprised when Adam wanted to know exactly what risks she'd taken.
"Oh, good grief Adam," Rosita sat up, keeping her eyes on her husband and not really wanting to discuss this topic at the moment. If anything a dip in the clear blue water living in the pond that they set up their camp near sounded more inviting to her. "I'm here isn't that all that matters?"
"Of courses; still," Adam too sat up while laying his hand upon her shoulder, "I still want to know the risks of time jumping."
Rosita sighed and bowed to her husband's wishes to be told the facts. "He said the blue light might not keep the portal open long enough for me to jump back." Rosita's eyes danced as anyone with half a brain would know full well she'd not even attempt to get back. She then grudgingly admitted there had been a tiny chance she could have been killed. When a look of utter shock came onto his face, Rosita quickly assured him the chances were extremely small.
"He didn't know why you were doing it, did he?" Adam tried to sound stern, but Rosita saw through him.
"What do you think?" Rose rolled her eyes as she laughed.
Adam retorted he should be mad as Rosita had always been honest, but considering the circumstances he didn't blame her.
"So, there was no other danger? You aren't going to suffer some ill effects from the jump?" Adam needed to know if there was an unusually short time he was going to get with the woman he loved.
"Well, as I just said, there was always the danger I'd not get here and an even smaller chance I could die." As much as she hated to tell him about getting stuck in limbo, or showing back up dead, the woman felt it was best to tell him. After all, if someone else managed to get the information out of Barry on what had happened, they'd say something. If they did that, who knew what they'd do? She braced herself for the fact Adam was likely to be very upset.
"Rosita! That was a huge chance you were taking!" Adam barked, not out of anger, but fear the one he loved could have ended up stuck wondering around limbo hoping someone could miraculously get her out or end up burying her. To be honest, he wasn't sure the first wasn't just as bad as the second.
"Adam," Rosita whispered as she laid her head against his shoulder, "I had no life without you. Barry said if I trained for it the risks were extremely low. Said what he'd studied showed people in ill health attempting it, people not used to highly physical exercise, or timing the jump wrong is what put them at risk for getting stuck or dead." Adam stiffened and groaned as her hands traced the muscles of his torso as she talked. "Not only did I work the ranch, but I swam three days a week, ran miles upon miles and took up a very strict diet. I wanted; no, I needed to make this jump." Adam couldn't help but chuckle when Rosita's fist bawled up on his skin as she spoke the next words, "If, by chance, someone comes and tries to make me do another jump? Well, I'll just have to knock their block off."
Adam laughed at the picture she painted for him and then changed the subject. "I think," Adam said as he took a hold of her shoulders and spoke low, "we've talked enough. I think we ought to work on something else." He got no argument from Rosita as he lay her down upon the ground. Seeing as the pond was surrounded by tons of trees and shrubbery, Adam wasn't worried about the two of them getting any visitors. After waiting as long as they had, neither Adam nor Rosita were going to let anything stop them from making the marriage real.