Cowboy Baby Daddy

“I had a feeling you might ask that,” he said. “So, before we fell asleep last night I booked us two top-deck lunch dining seats for the cruise that takes us around the statue.”

I squealed and threw my hands around his neck. I could feel him smiling into my skin, and I rolled him over as my knees planted into the bed. I wiggled and wiggled, ecstatic for what the day was going to bring, and I felt his hands slowly rub my back, trying to get me to calm down.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Stella. You do that too much, and we’re going to be in trouble,” he said.

“You’re not a morning sex person, are you?” I asked.

“It’s not when I perform my best, no. But, if it’s something you wanted, I would be more than happy to give it my best shot.”

“What about shower sex?” I asked.

“Did you have something in mind for this morning?” he asked.

“Not particularly. I’m logging things away for future use,” I said, grinning.

“Well, you rode me pretty hard last night.”

“Literally,” I said, winking.

“Literally,” he said. “I could go for a warm shower, but I don’t know if I could make any more use of my body for a few more hours yet.”

“I see I’m already wearing you out,” I said playfully.

“And it’s the best I’ve felt in a very long time,” he said.

I sat up on his hips while his hands lightly rested on my legs. I knew what he meant by an aching body. My back was most definitely not happy with me. I could feel my thighs trembling with exhaustion just trying to hold my body up over his, and his hands slowly massaged my legs before he leaned up and wrapped his arms around me.

“How about we stay in bed and lose ourselves in each other’s eyes until we have to get ready for lunch?” he asked as he pressed his face into my chest.

“Want to turn on the television and see what’s on?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” he said.

We hunkered back down into bed and found a random movie to watch. Christian kept making these funny little comments throughout the entire thing which made it impossible to watch. I found out he was the type of person that yelled at the television screen like the characters could hear him, but every time I laughed at him, he scolded me.

Something about the characters being stupid and them needing to know it or some such shit.

When the time came around for us to get ready, we both took showers and got dressed. We took a cab over to the loading dock, where he helped me up to the top deck, and we placed our food and drink orders before the boat set sail. I was beaming with excitement as I glanced around the harbor, but as we got closer, I felt a bit of disappointment.

I figured there would be someone narrating the journey for us instead of us just sailing around the statue in the harbor.

“Everything alright?” Christian asked.

“I figured there would be a tour guide or something. Is there not?” I asked. “I should’ve grabbed a pamphlet or something.”

I looked around the deck, trying to see if I could find a microphone or anything of the sort. Anything to indicate that someone might come out here and educate us while we were dining. It was something I assumed would happen, but I honestly didn’t think to look it up before we got here.

But, I guess Christian must have realized no one was going to come out and serenade us with facts about the statue, so he started to rattle off what he knew.

“Well, the statue itself weighs 225 tons, which is around 450,000 pounds,” he said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah. The actual statue, from its original base to the tip of the flame, is 111 feet and six inches tall,” I said. “And if any woman gets self-conscious about her waistline, all she needs to know is that one of the most important statues of this country has a waistline of 35 feet.”

I giggled before I continued to sip my drink. My eyes turned out toward the statue as Christian’s voice filled my ears, serenading me with that intelligence he kept buried deep within the recesses of his mind. Lady Liberty rose above the harbor, signaling a peace and freedom this country had always provided, and I drew in a deep breath to take in the sight.

“What else?” I asked.