Hello everyone! Longer chapter! I'm not really sure if they really did go on a ship on the way for their honeymoon, I was just presuming so since they didn't really have planes then. Joseph Hamley is also a figure of my own imagination here as well ;).

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Chapter Fourteen

June 24th 1908

"Aren't you cold?" I asked Tommie, who was standing on the wooden deck. Tommie was looking out across the ocean.
"Nope. Are you?"
"I'm not cold, Tommie. I'm stronger than I look."
The promenade was deserted at 7am in the morning, but neither of us could sleep. We had different staterooms, his was just across the hallway, but Tommie had come to me at around 4am, to find me sitting in my dressing, knees tucked into my chest, reading. He was already washed and dressed, although for some reason I wasn't really surprised by that. Tommie was always ahead of his game. I ran my hands up his back and around his neck. He turned around. "Not long until we shore up." Tommie said, a hint of slight melancholy in his voice. I laughed. "Admit it; you're just going to miss the ship." I teased him.
"You know me all too well," Tommie kissed my forehead, before making for the 1st Class Entrance. "I'm starving. Do you want to see if I can bargain with one of the stewards?" Tommie asked.
"Go on then." I replied, following him in. But as much as I loved him, I really didn't believe him when he said about getting a bargain.

Tommie's steward, Joseph Hamley, knocked on the stateroom door. He was carrying two plates of food, which looked like leftovers from last night. Biscuits, cakes, little sandwiches, and other tidbits, piled up on two plates. Oh, I was hungry, but all those? I won't be able to fit into my corset! But Tommie could eat a lot when given the option.
"Thank you, Joseph." Tommie took the plates from him. Joseph was smiling, obviously proud that he had done something right. He was only a young lad of about 17. Tommie gently nudged the young man out of the room, and shut the door behind him. We were both in his stateroom.

"Didn't I tell you?" Tommie bragged, tapping my shoulder with a plate. He put the food down on the bed. He plopped himself down, and tapped the mattress in front of him. I sat down as well. He crossed his legs like a little school boy and began tucking in to a slice of Victoria Sponge. "Pig." I laughed, biting into a cucumber sandwich. "I know." Tommie told me, looking at me with his dark brown eyes.
I swallowed the last of the white bread. "You know, I much prefer this to sitting in a restaurant, just the two of us." I pushed the plates over and sat up on my knees in front of him. "Do you mind?" Tommie pulled me closer and cradled my cheeks. "No." I grinned before kissing him, knocking him off balance.