All was still when Jane woke up hours later.

A fire was crackling beside her was the first thing to fill her senses. It had been so cold in the corner of the room earlier that Edward had pushed the bed in front of the fireplace on the opposite side of the room. For the first time in a very long time, Jane laughed as she watched Edward push it across the room, him grunting the whole way that it was so fragile it way come to pieces at any moment. The memory made her smile as she lay in bed. It was still cold, but not near so much by the fire. And not when she was wrapped so closely in her husbands arms. They had fallen asleep quickly, but perhaps only two hours had passed before Jane woke again. Her eyes flickered opened slowly, revealing her husband laying beside her. Seeing him asleep was perhaps her favorite sight in the world. His strong body lay easily, his face was relaxed and peaceful, his curls hung down on his face and the light of the fire illuminated a soft glow over his features. Jane signed happily, for with him her heart was full. The blankets had fallen from him so they just rested around his middle, yet it was very cold, even under the blankets and she knew he must have been cold. Jane moved in order to readjust them but she had moved too much and had caused him to stir. He woke hastily, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm sorry" Jane said softly, biting back a smile and pulling the blankets up around his shoulders. "Go back to sleep, I did not mean to wake you".

"Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice low with sleep, yet smiling at the way Jane was caring for him.

"Everything is more than alright. I am lying here thinking of all the reasons I am so happy, and many of them are because of you"

"Well, why do you not tell me some of the reasons so I can rest well?".

"I am afraid not, we will stay up talking too long, go back to sleep now and I will tell you in the morning"

"I do not need that much sleep Jane" he protested,

Jane rose up beside him, moving over him and propping herself up on her elbows.

"Well, a man like yourself does needs rest. Moving that bed today, and those trunks...why you must be positively drained", as she spoke her fingers traced playfully over his chest.

"How wicked of you to tease me, woman. In fact, it was you who gave me the largest workout today" he said, eyebrow raised, grinning boyishly at her. As he went to kiss Jane she pulled back, smiling.

"What? Not even a kiss for your husband who has slaved away for you today moving trunks and an especially well-made bed so that you would not be cold?"

"My lips are frozen from the cold"

"Now that-" he said, smiling, "I can fix".

And fix it he did.

. . .

"You really are a truly wonderful lover" Edward said, tracing his fingers weightlessly along his wife.

Their hands were entwined instinctively.

"Thank you, I had a very devoted teacher"

He chuckled and kissed her breasts momentarily, lingering over her nipples slightly, sucking with the most delicate touch. She smiled at him, running her fingers through his messy curls. As his fingers ran up her most private area her body shuddered, her hips thrusting into their teasing movements. It had been hours, and still her body craved him and his touch. They were making up for lost time after all. In the week after her miscarriage, they had made no love- which was the longest amount of time since their marriage by far they had gone without it. Perhaps it was not womanly for a wife to have so much desire for her husband, but she did not care. He was hers as fully as she was his.

He had been watching her as he teased her and bent to her ear to speak lowly into it.

"By God, you are divine. Christ, will I ever not want you?"

Jane's lips found his quite naturally, and they moved in perfect unison with one another.

"I was thinking the same thing just now"

He smiled, kissing the side of her nose.

"I know, your body is so responsive, so willing".

Jane blushed slightly as he grinned, falling back to her side.

The silence of the cabin was comforting. Far off in the distance Jane could hear the sound of waves hitting the shore. The sun was starting to rise, and the first signs of daylight were breaking through the windows of the cottage. Jane turned onto her stomach to look at the sun beams directly, but it was not enough. She stood and walked over to the window which faced the ocean, sighing deeply at beautiful noises. She could see the sun struggling to poke through the horizon, and wished for a moment that she had it's view of the world.

"Look" she said, turning to face her husband. But he was already looking at her, smiling proudly as he surveyed her form standing before him. He rose from bed and walked over to her, blanket in hand. He went to wrap the warmest one around her, but Jane wrapped it around his shoulders and stood before him, wrapping it around herself as well and holding the front together. She leaned back into his embrace.

"Have you ever seen a more beautiful sight?" she asked, her fingers touching the window longingly.

"Come" he said, "We have the best view in the world before us. We can watch it rise together".

After dressing quickly, and pulling on their coats, Edward wrapped Jane in his scarf and in the same warm blanket from the bed. She grinned as he wrapped her so tight she could not move her arms from being pinned to her sides. Laughing, she was swept into his arms and carried onto the beach, bundled up and immobile.

"Edward I-" but she could not finish through her laughing,

"Yes Jane?"

"I-", but more laughter prevented her from speaking.

"Jane what is it! I am waiting!" he said in a fake annoyed voice, for he too was laughing.

"I can't move!"

"Can't you?" he said, faking confusion.

She could do nothing but grin into his chest. It was cold out, but not as cold as the day before. In fact, this time of the morning was bearable in its temperance. Perhaps she had simply been wrapped in too many layers, but she was fuzzy with feeling and warmth. Once they had reached a dry spot that was close to the water, he set her down and spread a different blanket beneath them so they did not have to sit on the damp sand. As he sat, Jane remained standing- admiring the world that stretched out before her. She imagined all of the souls who had stood here as she did now and thought about the world before them. How vast, how extraordinary. How small they must have felt in comparison to its grandeur.

How small Jane felt.

The salt breeze filled her nostrils and cleared her very soul. There was not another sound in the world except for the rhythmic washing of the sand from the waves, beating the shore as it had for hundreds of thousands of years. Probably since the beginning of time. And yet here Jane was, a small piece of an endless story. Though people stood here before her, and would stand here after her- she still felt her own power and importance in that moment. It was as if time itself has stopped. No matter what came to pass, no matter what challenges faced her, she could stand through it. She was sure of that.

She turned to her husband, radiating the hope which flooded her veins.

"Oh, Edward" she said, out of the blue, not looking at him, but feeling for his hand. She was brimming with this sudden feeling, oh which words were inadequate. Though he looked surprised, he smiled and closed his fingers around hers.

"Jane, whatever has just came over you, you must tell me at once. You are absolutely glowing with life!".

And so she did. And for hours they were the only things in the world to one another. The only thing keeping them grounded in reality was the lapping ocean, and the birds which were beginning to call overhead.

It was the most beautiful sunrise Jane had ever seen.