Twenty

The next morning they breakfasted in his room. He kept his legs elevated and she served them sporting the new headscarf he had bought in the gift shop.

She poured weak tea from a carafe and wrinkled her nose in apology.

He laughed, "Extra sugar and it will be palatable, love."

"When we are released, I'll make you a proper tea," she said with a kiss.

"Live with me, Bella. You promised I wouldn't have to be without you." He kissed her neck, smiling in the cleft of her shoulder.

She stilled and he pulled back. She studied his face for a moment and smiled shyly, "I did promise."

They smiled together and she ran her hands through his hair and kissed him soundly.

"My mum will pick us up tomorrow. I want to introduce you." He reciprocated her kiss.

"I already know Esme," she laughed.

"But I want to introduce the woman I am to marry, yes?"

She smiled widely, Yes—y—yes!"

He pulled her to him, "And in our home, with our children, every day you will pour for me, my Bella?"

She kissed just below his ear, "I would like that—very, very much."

The End