Chapter 68
"But Catherine, you saw how he reacted to telling Jenny when she just asked his name."
"I know, but couldn't it be different if the name was to be for his grandchild?"
"I do not know. I could ask him when I return Below if you like."
"Only if you like the idea of naming the baby after him."
"I do. If he will allow it, I think it is a wonderful idea."
Catherine grinned cheekily at him, "It might also divert some of his wrath off of you being Above all weekend," she suggested.
"It might at that," Vincent agreed.
Later that afternoon she managed to convince him to join her in the shower. The day before he had shyly said he would shower alone, but what a difference a day made! Vincent's inhibitions were being overcome with the joy he found in pleasing Catherine.
They stepped in to her large walk-in shower together and he reveled in the spray of hot water caressing both their bodies. Then, the memory of Catherine's fantasy about the two of them in the shower came back to him. "Catherine, please tell me what I was doing to you that night you pictured us here together?"
"Mmmmm Vincent," she sighed as she realized he wanted to enact her fantasy for both of them to enjoy. She described to him how he was standing behind her reaching around to wash her front while she leaned back against him, Vincent was more than happy to follow her every instruction.
He had never enjoyed getting clean so much in his life before! They stayed in the shower until the water turned cold and then stepped out to take turns drying each other off.
By the time the two of them fell asleep in each others arms Vincent was sure of a few things:
His differences were wonderful to Catherine, not something to hide as Father had always told him
He could make love to Catherine without hurting her
Catherine delighted in his every touch
There was much more to making love to a woman that any of Father's books had led him to believe
That although he was still nervous about meeting her father Catherine firmly believed it would be fine
He was also pretty sure that he might have had less problems going into work with Catherine in the morning than he would in facing Father when he returned Below.
The next morning Vincent was once again woke by a ray of sunlight coming through the balcony doors. Since it was the third morning in a row, he was happily becoming accustomed to it. He laid there for nearly an hour delighting in the sunshine as well as the woman sleeping in his arms.
When Catherine's alarm went off he expected a sleepy loving 'good morning' like he had gotten on Saturday and Sunday. Monday, however, was apparently a completely different story. She slapped the alarm to silence, threw back the covers and was on her feet before even realizing that Vincent was still there.
"I'm sorry Vincent!" she said in a rush. "But with what I need to tell daddy today, it's one morning I dare not be late. You can stay as long as you want, but I do need to hurry."
"I must go Below this morning and deal with my own father, but I will wait until you are ready to leave before I go."
"Okay," she called out as she dashed into the bathroom for her shower.
While Catherine was showering Vincent got up, dressed, and made the bed. When she reentered the bedroom Vincent could only watch in amazement. She moved from one task to the next with lightening speed. He could not help but hear in his head a piece of music he had heard played many times before. However, he had never before been witness to actions that could only have been scored with one song. Catherine's movements were perfectly timed to the Flight of the Bumble Bee!
He tried to keep his amusement in check because clearly she didn't have time for him to explain. As she did a dance of standing on one foot at a time to put on her heels Vincent knew she was almost ready to go. Putting on his cloak, he waited for her to gather her briefcase, purse, and keys. He was expecting her to finally have time for a combined 'good morning' and 'good bye' kiss when she headed to the door!
"Catherine!" Vincent called out.
"Yes?" she answered distractedly, while reaching for the doorknob.
"I was instructed that there was a proper way to say good bye to a fiancé, and it seems that you have forgotten something."
To be continued….