Cutler and I were dressed in our finest. He in a dark green velvet suit, I in a low-cut red velvet dress. Why we were dressed in our finest at that time of night? We were going to our first theater show together as a couple.
As we sat down in out seats, He grasped my hand which held my diamond studded wedding ring on it with his own. I, feeling his touch, melted. How I loved being with my love. As the curtains parted and the show began, I snuggled close to him.
After the play ended, Cutler and I took a walk on the beach. It was at the far side of the island, so no one was ever there. Our own little get-away. He was lying down on the sand, with an arm over my shoulder as I rested my head against his stomach. "Oh Cutler," I sighed, watching the sun set, "It's so beautiful. Thank-you for everything."
"Think nothing of it, my dear," He said. "I figured that a little romantic date would help us forget a little about our problems, and think more about each other."
I looked up at him, loving everything about the man. He really knew how to win my affections. I got up, walked over to the wave line, and took my dress off, leaving me in my bodice. I stuck my feet in the water, giggling as the sand tickled my feet. But then, the back of my bodice flew up over my head, attaching itself to my hair. I gasped with surprise, and then turned around.
I saw Cutler behind me, wearing nothing but his underclothes, laughing himself silly. After I had unattached my bodice from my hair, I tried to playfully act mad at him by putting my hands on my hips. "You meanie!" I said, trying not to laugh at our child like silliness. "Picking on sweet and innocent girls!"
He looked surprised. "I see no girls that are sweet and innocent here," He said, looking around. "I only see you." I half gaped, half smiled at his playful teasing, and kicked some water at him. That led to about an hour of us running around, splashing water at each other, and verbal jousting.
After a while though, He had managed to gently wrestle me down to the ground, and pinned me there. Our chests were heaving from running about for so long.
"Admit it Heather," He said looking down into my eyes, chuckling, "you've met your maker!"
"Correction!" I told him. "You didn't make me, you made the twins," I said, glancing down at my womb.
"And would you like to relive that moment, right now?" He asked smoothly. His classy, sexy, British accent ringing in my ears as he began planting kisses on my neck.
"I'm listening intently."