Authors Note: I own nothing. No ownership rights to Beverly Hills 90210.

Chapter Fifty-One: Should of gone with the private rental!

I can hear her grumble through the bathroom door. I gently knock, "Baby you okay?"

"Yeah. You should call and cancel the Architect's plans for the apartment over the garage, Val won't be needing it as I'm going to kill her."

I chuckle, "you don't like what she wanted me to pack for you?"

She calls through the door, "Dylan have you seen me ever in a bikini this year?"

Shit, "no." I sit back on the bed I didn't even question Val's choices. Crap I wanted this to be relaxing for the both of us.

A few seconds later she opens the door and comes out in a hotel robe, "I know it's just you here and I'm being silly but I'm just self conscious since Art. My body is only now back to being healthy but it's still not all mine. I know I have to stop worrying…" she pinches the bridge of her nose, "I'm being silly let's get in the spa."

I pull her into my lap, "hey you aren't being silly just talk to me. What's got you so worked up? I've seen your stomach and well you know how carried away I got with that." I give her a smile, "tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours."

"It's the whole thing it just doesn't look like it did that January. It's got different proportions my hips are wider and my chest… in my black one piece it's more hidden."

"Bren I've seen your chest, actually I'm seen it more now that you are nursing than even when we were together. I know exactly what that part of your body looks like as I love seeing you take care of our son. Your hips well I have grabbed them plenty over the last few days to bring you closer to me. I don't think they look or feel wider at all and even if they are they are that way so you can bear our children. I'm not sure you are aware of this but I'm a big fan of you doing that and can't wait to meet the next six."

She shakes her head at me, "ignoring your delusions for a moment." She sighs, "it's just… I'm being silly." She moves to get up, I hold tighter.

"Talk to me please."

She settles back down and begins to play with her robes tie, "I was always just comfortable in my skin before and now I'm worried, Dylan women beautiful women are constantly looking at you and I'm now worried that-"

It's useless to even try and keep the hurt out of my voice, "you think I'll cheat? I thought we were past-"

"No I trust you, it's not that. I just think you'll be disappointed that I'm not the same as I once was."

I rub her hair gently, "Baby when we were sixteen your sixteen year old self was perfect for sixteen year old me and at seventeen we were prefect for each other but we are nineteen now and I'm going to be honest I don't want the younger versions of you I want you the way you are today. When we are forty and sixty, when we are ninety I'm going to want you to be those ages with me. You'll never disappoint me I don't think you are even capable of doing that. I'm always in awe of you, in awe of the abilities of your amazing body, and even more so now I've seen the perfect human your body created."

"You kind of a had a hand in that."

"It wasn't my hand." She hits me playfully making me laugh. I regain my serious tone, "Baby I'm pretty sure you know and have felt many times in the last few day's alone how desirable I think you are. I've always desired you from the moment we met that has never stopped, remember you are my magnet my hands and lips just want to be on you. I want to always be physically close to you. Seeing you though on New Year's Eve, it took me less than a second with you holding Art and it was like a snap ran through me. I told you back on that beach in January that you are the only woman I want kids with because the thought of them not being both of ours feels instinctively wrong to me. I don't want to touch anyone else, I don't want to look at anyone else. You are the most beautiful, sexy and mesmerising woman to me." I put her hair behind her ear and lay a kiss on her neck just below it, "I know you are worried that you have changed but I don't think you realise how much I'm dying to learn you again; for my hands my lips to learn every inch of your skin again. I'm hoping that feeling is reciprocated."

She leans down and kisses me, "Dylan I've never even come close to wanting anyone but you in that way, I don't want anyone but you touching me and…" She gets her old fiery look in her eyes, "I don't want anyone but me touching you."

She reclaims my lips and I get lost in her, I gradually move my hands down to untie her robe and then move them back up to hold her face to intensify our kiss. When breathing becomes a need I pull back and then look her in the eyes to make sure she is comfortable, I move the robe off her shoulders and down her arms. I don't break eye contact but when the robe drops away I begin my exploring; with just my fingertips I start at her fingers and run them with the lightest of pressure up her arms to her shoulders I run them down her shoulder blades, down her back until I reach the top of her bikini bottom. I move them gently back up as I lean in and recapture her lips, I feel her back arch pushing her body closer. When I skim down the side's of her bikini top and her breath catches like it used to I smile into our kiss. I've missed her sounds, her bodies reaction to my skin touching hers.

We had been making out nightly but I had never gone under her clothes, and while she still wore my t-shirts to bed since moving into our room she had begun wearing shorts underneath them. All signs had indicated she hadn't wanted our physical relationship to go further than intense kissing; her confession just then helping me to understand some of her hesitation. She was in control of this I'd take it no further than this, I wanted her to have no pressure to be comfortable, I wanted there to be no doubt in her mind if we went further. She pulls back from our kiss and looks at me with so much love the intensity of it hitting me and reassuring me that it's still there even if she hadn't yet verbalised it.

When she gets off my lap and stands I keep my eye's staring directly into hers even though I'm desperate to look down and gaze at her. She smiles at me and takes my hand tugging on it, "come on let's cool off in the spa."

As I stand to follow her out I wrap my arms around her waist, "you do know it's a warm spa I set the temperature before getting changed, I don't think it will cool you down."

She smiles over her shoulder, "I know but I'm guessing it's cooler than what I was feeling in there."

I wrap my arms tighter around her body letting her feel my whole body against her back- she inhales sharply. "Want to tell me what you were feeling in there? I'm all ears."

"Mr McKay the goal is to cool down not heat back up."

I unwrap my arms from her, climb into the spa first, and then help her to get in, "you do realise future Mrs McKay that that is a terrible goal-"

She laughs and turns to me, "you do know my name is still Miss Walsh it's a lot easier to say than future Mrs McKay?"

I pull her so she is once again on my lap, I wouldn't take it further than we just had without her initiating it but I wanted her close to me. She surprises me by moving to straddle my lap, though she sits a little back on my thighs so she can look at me, she is still close enough though to outstretch her arms to run her fingers through the back on my hair. I smile as I respond, "while your temporary name is lovely I prefer your proper one, Mrs Brenda McKay- suits you better."

She moves closer to me, I take that as a sign and hold onto her hips pulling her a fraction closer against my lap, her breath catches and her voice is laced with the same desire that's running through my body, "I haven't heard a question or said yes yet."

I run one of my hands up her spine to her hair and as I move in to kiss her I emphasise how I know she'll be my wife, "yet meaning you are going to say yes. I'd marry you right now if you want, just say the word." She closes the gap between us and we stop talking after that.

If the spa was supposed to cool us down it failed miserably, though it was a success in making me feel less self conscious. Dylan, I don't think he was aware he was doing it but his every touch since peeling off my robe had made me feel worshipped, it drove me to want him to feel the same way. It created a spiral that I don't think either of us would have been capable of stopping on our own. Though the knocking on our suites door eventually forced us to part.

Dylan grumbles the whole way to the door apparently annoyed at himself for arranging our set menu dinner to begin to start so early. Through my giggles at his self depreciating comments and his grumpy walk I manage to find and retie my bikini top, thankfully before our table is wheeled in and set up on our balcony.

As the waiter's are setting out the silverware Dylan walks out in his robe and holds open my one for me, making sure to use his own body to block any potential chance of either waiter getting a look. While I am tying up the robe I smile at him sweetly, "thank you I don't think I'm comfortable enough yet for others to see me in a bikini."

He wraps his arms around me, "having seen you in that now I'm not sure I'm comfortable with anyone ever having the opportunity to ogle my wife like that." He buries his head in my neck, "I'm not sure I'll ever be okay with people seeing that much of your skin- desiring what's mine."

"Believe me after seeing the calendar pictures of you I'm wishing that I hadn't talked you into doing it, I don't want anyone seeing what's mine either." He pulls back to look at me.

"Future Mrs McKay I'm glad that we think alike, I like that we are territorial of each other-"

"We have always been."

"I think it's… everything is more intense now." His eyes go dark again as he speaks those words. " Do you feel it too?"

I swallow hard, "yeah, I didn't think it was possible."

He moves back into his favourite spot and breathes heavily into my neck, "we should get dried off for dinner and you need to get into more clothes otherwise I don't think you'll get any opportunity to eat tonight." I laugh. His breathy, "Baby I'm not joking" silences it and reinforces how much I was effecting him.

By the time I've washed the chlorine off my skin and changed into a light knit sweater over my white silk pyjama pants I return to the balcony to see the table set and what I imagine is our appetisers covered and laid out. Dylan is lost looking at the view and is surprised when I wrap my arms around him, "you okay you seem far away?"

He covers my hand, "I'm perfect. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"If I… I haven't asked because I want you not to feel rushed I want you to have this stage, date's and romantic gestures-"

He's nervous I try and lighten the mood by teasing him, "oh so they'll stop will they? Nice to know, and here I thought you'd be dating me forever."

"You know I will, but I'm assuming you still want to take this slow am I wrong?"

"A little-" he abruptly turns and looks at me with hope, "let's get Erica sorted and I'd like to figure out where I stand with my parents, my grandmothers grace period for Dad to come around is nearly up and when I told her on our Friday afternoon chat about the messages this week she was fuming. After that though, after we sort out if Brandon or my Dad will be walking with me down the aisle then ask."

His smile was beaming, "you want to be wife as much as I want you to be?"

"I like to think I already am just without the paper work. I like to think you think of yourself as my husband as well."

"I do-"

I giggle, "not yet, those words come later." He kisses me lightly on the lips I pull back, "now go get changed I'm hungry."

Ten minutes later a freshly washed and changed Dylan is sitting across from me. By silent agreement the kids and the house are off limits, we talk instead of his writing class, my acting classes, books we've read and reminisce of our times together. He tells me of his rainy day with my brother's and him calling a stripper- that one gets him a mix of laughter and annoyance, he defends it by saying that it was the day I was chasing four guy's through a hotel from that group Rainbow Colour. He then spends the next few minutes trying to remember their proper name and recalling even one of their songs. I'm laughing so hard by the end of the entrées that my stomach hurts.

Before our dessert arrives he asks me to dance and as there is nothing but soft slow music coming through the stereo we hold each other tightly. "The last time I properly slowed dance with you we were in your parents backyard. I kept having to breathe deep to make sure it was real that it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. My memories tried to recreate everything but they could never quite mimic your scent, I could never trick my body to recreate the same rush." He leans down and breathes my hair in, "when Andrea said you had arrived as a surprise to your parents do you know I pushed past her? If it wasn't for Brandon stopping me and forcefully pulling the twin card I would have been by your side in seconds. You were up there so long with him I was worried that Andrea was mistaken that you weren't really there."

"I was nervous about my dress, about anyone being able to tell that I had just given birth. Brandon was convincing me that I looked fine, he was also filling me in on the events earlier that evening at your house."

"You came out the door and I was hoping that you'd look for me but you went straight to your parents and then Steve pushed in. When you did finally talk to me you kept interrupting, trying to make sure I didn't cause drama-"

"You still managed to anyway. All my grandparents wanted to talk to me about once we stopped dancing was how Arthur looked like you. When they arrived back in Minnesota after their weekend away they told the whole family the same thing. Bobby of course knew Art looked like you but Grandma Walsh wouldn't even acknowledge his confirmation and instead forced him to listen to her arguments about which feature's were Walsh's and which were McKay's, trying to prove a point he wasn't arguing against. Bobby was so frustrated. She only stopped when I finally found out what happened after I left, she made you dance with her?"

"You were with your parents one minute and then your Brother's, and then you were gone. I knew you were approaching the time you had to leave and I was hoping that you'd at least cancel the shuttle so I could drive you but you were gone. Grandma Walsh let me know you had slipped out, I thought she took pity on me after seeing my disappointment because for the rest of the night she was very keen to get to know me." He rolls his eye's, "I should have spotted the similarities then. You get your acting genes from her."

"And my sass."

He laughs, "and your stubbornness. Did I tell you she is still not budging on our forth of July being anywhere but Minnesota? I've offered to fly her out for the start of the summer in Malibu but that still isn't good enough we must fly there- stubborn."

"There's a picnic that we all go to on the lake each summer on the forth. Her best friends all go, some even travel down from up state for the event. They don't have great grandkids yet."

"So it's not us she wants but our son?"

"Yep she wants bragging rights."

His sigh is loud, "I'll book the flights but it means three plane trips for Art and maybe Erica in the space of eight day's. We leave for Europe on the ninth."

"This is why you are her favourite you cave to her- such a suck up."

He quickly dips me, "you'll make our grandkids and great grandchildren do the same."

I shake my head, "nope Grandpa Arthur always enforced Grandma's law she's only had to do her own dirty work since he died. You'll be my enforcer I'll just be the sweet old grandma."

"Oh really?"

As we straighten up I lean up and kiss his nose, "yep."

"What makes you so sure?"

I give him a flirtatious look, "I can be very persuasive."

"I think I need a demonstration." Just as I move in to kiss him there is a knock on the door, he moves to answer but grumbles the whole way there, "should have gone with the private rental less distractions."

The dessert arrives with tea and coffee. Dylan has them arrange it on the coffee table and asks for the outside table to be cleared, he obviously does not want anymore interruptions for the rest of the night. I turn to look at the pitch black ocean and starlit night to try and stop my amusement at his obvious frustration from showing. Minutes later he is wrapping his arms around me and sighing into my neck, "you can laugh now."

I do, "you are such a bad sharer."

"Of you always. I tipped big before I put the do not disturb sign on the door."

"Dylan!"

"They smiled in understanding." Well that's embarrassing.

"That's even worse. God only knows what they'll think we'll be doing now." He had no shame.

He tries for cute, "appreciating each other?"

I turn in his arms and sass at him, "why don't you appreciate yourself while I go and appreciate that I can finally eat a good dessert without fearing for my life?"

As I move quickly away he taps my arse, "you know you are a smartass don't you?"

I look back over my shoulder, "it's one of the things you love about me."

He follows me and grabs me from behind picking me up, "one of the many, many things."