They ate and danced with each other but mostly with the citizens of Batrovia, who were thrilled to have their king happy, so they loved her right away. Taking all the accolades and compliments and bowing in stride was her new super power. She was learning, but she would be thrilled to be back home in Montana.
Finally, late in the evening, Michele found Erin and Gregory asleep under one of the tables. She signaled to Alex.
He came over and, seeing the two children, smiled. “They must be totally worn out. You get Erin, and I’ll get Gregory. This gives us a good reason to leave, and we shall not return.”
They carried the kids to their rooms—Gregory in his mother’s suite and Erin in theirs.
Michele sat her on the side of the bed and turned the covers down. Then she laid Erin on her bed and took off her shoes and socks before covering her with the sheet and blanket.
She walked to her and Alex’s bedroom, sat on the bed, and kicked off her shoes. Then she picked them up and put them in the bottom of the closet.
Alex came inside and shut the door behind him. He strode to her and took her into his arms. “I thought the day would never end.”
“Me, too. I’m exhausted. Will you undo my zipper?”
“Of course. Turn around.”
She turned.
Alex kissed the top of her shoulders and ran his hands down her arms. “I’ve missed you. Other than our first dance, I didn’t have you in my arms all day.”
“You have a lot of subjects, my darling. And everyone wanted a dance or part of one. I think I had about six different partners for every song.”
He laughed. “So did I.” He wrapped his arms around her above her stomach. “You’re getting visibly bigger, my love.”
She glanced down and placed a hand on her belly. “I know, pretty soon, the maternity clothes I bought won’t fit. I’ll be big as a house.”
“You will always be beautiful to me and seeing your body showing proof of our love only makes me want you more.”
“You are a crazy man, but I love you anyway.” His words warmed her heart because she knew he would always love their baby.
“And I, you. Are you too tired to make love tonight? You look exhausted.”
“I am exhausted and would like to just go to bed, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind. I’ll hold you in my arms and remember this morning before the wedding.”
She chuckled. “You are so bad. You weren’t supposed to see me then.”
“I know. You kept telling me that while we made love.”
“It’s a good thing we’re already married or your behavior would scandalize your mother.”
“What about your behavior?” He teased her with kisses along the column of her neck.
“She loves me, so she’d think I was led down the primrose path by you, you scoundrel.” She laughed and turned in his arms. Her dress fell into a pearlized puddle on the floor. “I need to pick this up and put it over the settee. Then I’ll let you undress me, but you have way too many clothes on, too. See what you can do about that while I take care of this gown.”
She watched as he quickly undressed. By the time she was done preserving her dress, she saw her husband was naked.
“Wow, you’re fast. Would you like to help me with my undergarments?”
“Of course, my darling. Turn around.”
He unhooked her bra, divested her of her slip and her thong, then watched as she unhooked her stockings from the garter belt.
“Darling, you are testing me, and I am not sure that I will resist you long enough to get you into bed.”
“We’re almost there. Come.” She held out her hand. “Take my hand.”