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Taken aback, the elder woman stopped her chair. She glanced over at her son, then back at Beth. "Well, she does have spunk, she's gonna need it."
As Wade opened the door to their suite, Beth gasped at how beautiful it was. A beautiful peach colored quilt lay atop the bed, lace curtains lined the windows. Beautiful porcelain washbowls adorned the dressers. The furniture was white and all matched. A white bear rug lay in front of a small fireplace.
"A fireplace…in a bedroom, on a boat, it's beautiful!" She gasped. "I never expected such elegance. I figured it would be just an ordinary bedroom."
Champagne chilled by the bedside in a beautiful silver bucket awaited them. There was so much to take in, Beth couldn't believe all this belonged to Wade.
"You…you didn't tell me you were rich?" She gasped.
He chuckled. "I'm not exactly rich. Although I do own the boat outright. This is the honeymoon suite a bit more elegant than some of the rooms. And I’m not in debt, thank God."
"I've never seen anything so lovely in my life. I'm going to live here?" She asked.
"It's yours!" He smiled.
She walked around the room, picking up little things, things she'd never had the pleasure of seeing much less owning. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and glanced about. "I can't believe this, it's lovely. But…your mother doesn't like me, does she?"
Wade came toward her. "I guess I should have warned you. But, I really wanted to see how things would go first. Actually, she has rather an acid tongue at times, but she did acknowledge you, so I think you might have scored some points with her already. Mother can be difficult. She's not happy being in a wheel chair all the time. Nor does she want or expect anyone waiting on her, or treating her like an invalid. She's afraid of that. She's a very independent woman. She doesn't like to be pushed in the chair, she prefers doing it herself. Independent."
"I thought she might be." Beth whispered. "Then I'll treat her as such and not help her unless she asks."
His head bent and he kissed her, and she nearly lost all thoughts. He breathed in her sweet scent. "You smell wonderful."
"Thanks, it's a concoction me and my sister came up with last summer. It isn't real perfume though." She blushed.
When he raised his head, she stared into is eyes. "How'd you know I needed that?"
He smiled at her, "I don't know, but I did too."
"I so want her to like me…" Beth cried, a tear in her eye that she wouldn't let fall.
"Sweetheart, she'll come to like you, when she realizes what a trooper you are. She admires strength in anyone. And you have that." He assured her. "That's one of the first things I noticed about you."
"I won't bother her, but I would so like her to be my friend. Everything is so new to me here, it will take time for me to feel at home."
"I understand that. And you do have one friend already."
"Really, who?"
"Me…" he said simply.
He took her hand, kissed it and smiled. "We have all the time in the world. And believe me…she will come to like you…just give her some time."
"I promise…"
"Would you like some champagne?" He asked.
"I've never had alcohol…." She warned him.
He sent her a crooked smile, "Then you must at least try it, once."
"Alright. Just a little." She smiled when he handed her a glass, popped the bottle open, and poured her some of the bubbly liquid she laughed and waited.
Beth sipped it. It tasted delicious, a little sweet and very tingling.
"Don't drink it too fast, it can have an effect…"
She nodded.
