“Jaguar puts out an SUV – an F-Pace. I’m pretty sure that unless you and I pop out ten kids, the Jaguar will be just fine.”
“Ten kids?!” I howl. I’d just started to wrap my head around one!
“I was kidding!” he quickly assures me.
Right.
I knew that.
My sense of humor seems to have disappeared, which is really pathetic because normally I can joke with the best of them. I think I’ve just been so stressed about telling Anders and facing what a huge life change this will be, I’ve temporarily misplaced my ability to joke around.
But, I take a deep breath and stare into Anders’ eyes. I can do this. We can do this.
“We’re going to be parents,” I say softly.
“Yeah, we’re going to be parents. And you are going to be the most amazing mom I’ve ever seen.”
“You think so?” I breathe.
“Yeah, I really do.” He kisses me then, soft and sweet and gently. I slowly open my eyes with a sigh of pleasure as he pulls back. “Now,” he says authoritatively, a huge grin on his face, “let’s go drive an Aston Martin.”
“Ohhhh!!!!” I squeal and jump off the couch. I’m pregnant with a baby with the man I love, and he?
?s just bought me my dream car of a lifetime.
Life really couldn’t get any better than this.
175
Daphne
There’s nothing better than to go halfway across the world after one of the most special days in your life.
Dominic and I got married just a few days ago, and I can’t even begin to describe how my heart danced inside my chest with happiness as I walked up the aisle, dressed in the purest white I’d ever seen. I did it arm-in-arm with my mother, a giant smile on my face.
Dominic was waiting for me in a tailored dark suit, a delicate white rose on his lapel. Standing by his side, I felt lightheaded as I uttered the words I do, and I don’t even know how I didn’t pass out when he slid the ring on my finger. Then, lacing one arm around my waist, he bent me over and pressed his lips on mine, the whole crowd clapping so loud I was almost afraid the roof would come down.
My friends were there, most of them with their boyfriends, and I have to admit I teared up a bit when I saw that they were tears streaming down their faces. I don’t know what it is with women and marriages, but ceremonies like that seem to awaken something deeply emotional inside us.
Half an hour later and we were getting inside an helicopter, one that took us high above New York City and headed straight for the JFK airport. From there, we got inside Dom’s private jet plane (yeah, didn’t I tell you he had one of these luxurious Cessnas jets?) and we took to the skies, crossing the Atlantic and heading toward the European coast.
I don’t need to tell you how we passed the time during the flight, do I? You can take a guess - it isn’t that hard to figure out. I mean, what’s the first thing a man and a woman do after they’re out of range from prying eyes? That’s right.
By the time the plane touched down at Zakynthos International Airport I didn’t even know if I’d be able to walk out by myself. Unfortunately, Dominic didn’t have any crutches on the plane, and so I had to wobble my way down the stairs.
Now, I know what you’re thinking - Zakynthos? What the hell is that? Right, I thought the same, but I fell in love with the place the moment we were flying over it. Zakynthos is a Greek island and, let me tell you, the pictures don’t do any justice to how beautiful the place really is.
After landing at the airport, Dominic and I took a limo to our hotel and, that night, we slept like babies. I actually think that was the first time we had a bed around us and didn’t end up fucking. I guess that a sex marathon over the Atlantic really is exhaustion. Of course, we made up for it in the morning. Don’t think that just because we’re married that our rhythm is going to slow down; n fact, I’m under the impression that it’s the opposite the opposite that’s going to happen.
After we finished our morning routine (which included a one-hour sex session, just so that we could start the day with the right foot), Dominic took me downstairs where an old convertible Aston Martin from the 60’s was already waiting for us. Driving through the winding roads of the island, the wind whipping at my hair, he took me to a place that seems like heaven on Earth.
That’s where we are right now, my toes buried in the stand while my gaze goes over the clear blue sea. The name is Smugglers Cove and, like the name says, it’s a wonderful cove that was used long ago by smugglers. The sand is soft and white, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen water this crystal clear. Better of all, this is a secluded place, only accessible by boat (we swapped the Aston by a small motorboat that Dominic drove himself). Sure, this is a tourist destination… But I’m not lying when I tell you we have the place all to ourselves.
Dominic struck a deal with the mayor of this island and, in exchange of him investing in here, the authorities agreed to let us use the beach privately for the week. Sometimes it really pays off to be filthy rich, uh? Oh, what am I saying - sometimes? Ah!
“This is so beautiful,” I whisper, holding Dom’s hand and turn to him. Smiling, he leans in and brushes his lips softly against mine.
“I knew you’d like it, Daph,” he replies, and then kisses me once more, his delicious lips hungry and full of coiled anticipation. There’s a gentle breeze in the air, and the gentle sound of the waves lapping at the sand is the perfect soundtrack for this moment. Pulling away from his kiss, I let my gaze be drawn by the ocean once again, and then I just know it: this is the perfect moment. The perfect moment for what? I can hear you asking. Well, you’ll know soon enough.