Once resumed their breath, they had simply pressed against each other, enjoying the closeness and intimacy that they had not known for weeks. Lying in their future living room, Julia had closed her eyes, her face tucked into the neck of her husband who tenderly stroked her back from top to bottom. They stayed there in silence for several minutes. Then they talked about their future choices they made and those they still had to do. They just talked with an open heart, without shame, without fear. Well then slowly, the laughter was heard again, the words of love also. They decided it was wiser to put out the candles for the night, they left only two on each side of the mattress. When Julia overhang William long minutes later, sitting astride him, he thanked God for sending him such a woman. A smile was on his face, his hands redrew the contours of her body again. They groaned in unison when they were one, and after allowing the passion to win them again, they fell asleep against each other, blowing out the candles at the last moment, as to enjoy one last time the night of their reunion.
The sun rose on the other side of the house. Dr. Ogden was already awake, as she did in recent weeks, always at dawn. But while it was in her habit of watching William empty place in their bed, feeling her heart sink in her chest, knowing the distance from him, that morning, a smile on her lips was born. The mattress was much smaller than their bed, she was almost lying on him, William was there against her, holding her firmly in his arms. She looked at his serene face, his chest lifting the slow rhythm of his breathing. She smiled, letting her fingers shaping the contours of his muscles, his chin, his cheek, his neck to place a kiss under his ear. Part of her wanted to wake him, by the sweetest and most tender way that is. Yet she could not solve to do. She wanted to continue to watch him for hours. She understood what had been the ordeal of William. She would never have supported not be able to watch him, their love was stronger than anything, but she wanted to convince every moment it was real, and she could only plunging her gaze in William's.
Julia sighed deeply, then she gently kissed the forehead of her husband.
-I love you William, I loved you the day you came into the morgue for the first time, I never stopped doing that and I will until my last breath. I make you a promise.
She left him only to see him move in his sleep, but yet he did not wake up. She decided to get up, she literally starved for the first time since he had left. Julia could not help smiling shyly, she not surprised after all, the night had been hectic. Thus, carefully, she climbed out of the William hug to get up. A quick glance around her made her realize she had to get her clothes to dress. She had no desire. But she could not decently remain naked, not as the house was not completely finished. After perhaps, I am sure that William could enjoy surprising me naked in another room than the bathroom or the bedroom, she thought, blushing.
She looked at him a moment longer, sleeping quietly, looking at his body barely covered at the waist by the sheet in which they were wrapped. Julia then saw the shirt of her husband at her feet, and she just grabbed to place it on her shoulders and buttoned it on her chest. The fabric fell to the middle of her thighs and she thought enough length to go make tea and see if some cakes hanging out in the kitchen. With a light step, she left the room and entered the kitchen lit by the sun coming through the window opening into the garden. She took the kettle and there was running water, grinning when she saw that William had managed to resolve their plumbing problem they had been two months earlier. Once the water started on the stove she had quickly been able to lit, Julia fumbled a small cabinet in which she found some biscuits and fruit. She bit in an apple kept since last fall, then she went out the biscuits. She turned on the hot water over dried leaves, deeply inspiring scent, feeling her stomach twist of hunger.
When he arrived in the kitchen, William stopped on the doorstep, too enthralled by the view he had of the woman he loved, bent over the worktop, eyes closed, simply dressed a white shirt clearly emphasizing her long, slender legs. He stood there a few seconds to contemplate, to look her holding the cup, from which escaped from the smoke, to her lips. He saw her took a sip, closing her eyes, he looked at her long, thin, fingers dancing on the porcelain. Then she sighed deeply, looking out the window and he caught his breath, not noticing that he had kept all these seconds. He did not know why, but Julia turned slowly toward him. As if she just felt his presence. She smiled at him, he did the same, losing mind to this view, finding her even more beautiful than she had ever been, simply dressed in his shirt, her flowing hair on her shoulders, smiling tenderly in daylight . Like an automaton, he approached her, she put her cup and a second later, he slipped his hand into the back of Julia to draw against him and sealed his lips to hers. Julia put her arms around his neck, feeling William deepen their kiss. She started feeling the fingers of her husband on her hip and her bare thigh, under the fabric of the shirt. She took the opportunity to caress his chest to stop her hand on his belt, then they parted to catch their breath.
-Good morning, he whispered.
-Good morning, Julia said cocking her head to the side smiling, do you want something to eat? I made tea and I took out a few cookies.
-Yes, with joy, replied William smiling, I'm starving.
She simply smiled and walked away from him to get a second cup of the nearly empty cupboard and pour it boiling water and some herbs, and she took several cakes which she placed on a small plate chipped. As she worked to prepare their breakfast, he stood behind her, sliding his hands on her hips to draw him against his bare chest, stroking her stomach and plunge his face into her hair.
-Julia, he whispered softly, closing his eyes, tell me you're not coming here for this.
-For what? She said without looking back. To make you breakfast? You risk nothing with biscuits and tea William, she said, laughing.
-For that, her husband insisted on putting his hands flat on her belly barely rebounded , you had not spoken to me and I can not stand to wait until you finally do, would you even come if the situation had been different?
-But what situation William? Julia threw in turned to him still trapped in his arms.
He stared into hers. She did not know, she did not notice, he thought.
He gently stroked her cheek and he just smiled before speaking again tenderly.
-Julia, I know your body in every detail, and much more when I lost my sight, I know every curve... every curve, he repeated stroking her belly again, did not you noticed anything?
She frowned and slowly she understood. Nausea, vomiting, lack of appetite, anger, sadness, the buttons of her skirt she had more trouble closing, her corset compressed her slightly more. Julia opened her mouth, but no sound came out, she simply gasped. She put a hand on her belly, under the fabric where always found William's and he smiled even more.
-I think you should go see Isaac today to ask for confirmation, but for me there's no doubt. I feel it, I am sure what lurks in your belly, right there ...
-Our ... Baby, murmured the young woman in a breath, the symptoms ... oh God, William, I'm ... I'm ...
-Pregnant, William finished laughing, you care our little miracle Julia .
She stifled a sob and in a bound she curled up against William for a tender embrace.
-I did not know, she whispered in his ear, I swear I did not. I'm not here for that, I came because I love you and I missed you. I hope you believe me William.
-I believe you, he replied away just to meet her eyes and stroking her cheek again, I believe you my love.
They smiled and the next moment, he kissed her again languidly. He felt Julia cling desperately to him. Slowly, he slid his hands on her buttocks and he carried against him. She wrapped her legs on his hips while the shirt fabric mounted her body, revealing her femininity which stumbled against the manhood of William. He could not help uttering a grunt of satisfaction in feeling her so close to him that his member already started to swell. He was hungry, so hungry, but he did not want more food, he wanted her. Without ceasing their kisses, he walked to the table where he placed the young woman. He left her mouth than to deposit burning kisses on the thin skin of her neck and chest. He pulled his hands down her spine and then come fondle her breasts under the fabric. She threw her head back, smiling, and he opened the shirt she was wearing. He gently pulled her to come to her affectionately as she lay on the table. He tasted every inch of her skin soft and sweet, making her moan of pleasure increasingly raucous more and more as he directed his kisses lowest . Then he closed his eyes, feeling her caress in turn, when she straightened to deposit soft kisses on his chest and his neck. She opened his that pants fell to the floor, revealing the desire he felt for her. He placed a hand on the small of her back and the other in her hair. Julia guided his manhood to her privacy and slowly, he slid into her. They uttered a groan in unison before tighten against each other. They wanted to feel the skin of the other against theirs, their bodies molded to perfection. William felt Julia's nails dig into his back as he took ther again and again, feeling her warm breath on her neck, hearing her moan his name. She was sitting on the table, her legs wrapped around him for the most passionate dances. They made love so, tenderly, passionately, for a long time, on their kitchen table. Forgetting that the world continued to turn around them, forgetting all, but not their love for each other, that love which would give them a small miracle few months later.
to be continued...