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I used to be so damn cynical about happiness and all that in a relationship, but he has sold me on the notion that there is such a thing as love and longevity in a relationship.” She stared at him.
“We never knew that, we loved each other, you and I, because we were all we had. But at the time, I was not thinking about some sappy emotions, it was just survival for us.” A smile touched her lips. “I don’t have to wonder that if I happen to say the wrong thing, will I be getting a boot up my ass or a slap across the face.
We are equals. And just because we argue, it does not mean he is going to raise his hand to me. I am in this wealthy environment and he does not make me feel as if I do not belong.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “It’s scary, but it’s scary good, if you know what I mean.”
David put away his glass carefully, lashes shielding his eyes. “I was also skeptical because of what we went through. The horror of it is still etched in my mind.
But seeing you, the way you look.” He waved a hand at the plump cushions piled on comfortable chairs. The spectacular view, the sign of piles of money. “It has made me into a believer.”
Reaching over, she covered his hand with hers. “We did well.”
“Yeah, we did.”
*****
He could not wait to get back home to her. He had stood with Angela's family, feeling the wave of grief and sadness enveloping them. He had offered his wholehearted support, accepted the family's kind hospitality, and allowed the sister and family to hitch a ride with him on the jet.
He had been polite but firm when they offered to put him up. He preferred the anonymity and professionalism of a hotel. Besides, hotels were his thing and he was interested in studying the design of the one he had chosen to stay in. New Delhi was a thriving and crowded metropolis with quaint and beautiful buildings.
He had been there before in a business capacity when he was with Angela. She had insisted on them meeting her parents even though it had not been that serious between them. He had not been comfortable of course and had stated that as soon as they left.
"I am certain your parents expect to hear wedding bells. There won't be any where I am concerned," he had told her.
"They want me to marry a nice and decent Indian guy, so you are off the hook," she had responded laughingly. Now she would never be married and the seed they had shared briefly had dissolved as if into thin air. He had stood with the family and found himself wondering if they would have been so accommodating if they knew the full details.
He had stood there watching the ritual of the burial and felt the yearning to be back home, in the arms of the woman he was ridiculously in love with. And ridiculous, stupid, all caught up was how he felt about her. Whenever he was not with her, he felt as if a vital part of him was missing.
He needed her, and could barely sleep without her by his side. The excitement of marrying her was something he could hardly stand. He had begged her not to leave him and there was no shame whatsoever in the desperation he had portrayed.
He was way past that now. He would follow her to the ends of the earth if it came to that. Putting aside the documents he was perusing, he stared out at the scudding clouds. It was dark and he could barely see anything out of the porthole.
It would be wise for him to catch a nap in the elegantly appointed bunker, but he was too wired to sleep. By the time the plane landed, it would be close to midnight where he was going.
But he was planning on taking the day. He had already called his assistant to reschedule the less pressing appointments and would be dealing with the more pressing ones from home. He just wanted to spend the day with her after being away for two whole days.
He laughed softly and did not mind becoming the guy who could not function without his woman. Very soon, she was going to be his wife and he would get to call her Mrs. Bramwell. Shaking his head, he forced himself to get back to the documents in front of him.
*****
Remi could not sleep. The indigestion was bad and on top of that, she was restless. She had drunk a gallon of tea to settle her stomach. But she had an idea that it was more than that. She missed him. Lord! Getting out of bed, she dragged on her robe and made her way out of the suite and down the staircase.
Trailing her fingers over the handcrafted banister, she took her time, careful to watch her step. No carpets on the shiny floorboards, that was the first thing she saw when she first came here.
Heading into the living room with the electronic fire glowing in the hearth, she wandered over to the cabinet and decided on a sparkling water. Uncapping the bottle, she drank half of it before going to sit in front of the fire. He had ordered a rocking chair for her when it was confirmed that she was pregnant.
"Something to relax in when you are feeling a little tired," he had told her with a smile. The man thought of everything. Rubbing her hand against the bulge of her stomach, she wondered when she had gotten to almost five months. But in a few days, she was scheduled for her checkup and thankfully, he was going to be here.
"Hey dude," she whispered as she continued to rub her belly. "You are giving your old lady and speaking of which, if I ever hear those words out of your mouth, we are going to have a problem. Anyway," she laughed softly.
"We are waiting for daddy and I am getting impatient. I miss him like crazy." She sighed softly. "And I cannot wait for him to get here."
"What if he is already here?"
Remi froze, the bottle in her hand suspended halfway to her mouth. He was standing in the doorway, and not some figment of her imagination. She had not heard the locks engage or even heard when the alarm was turned off. But he was standing right there, looking wonderful in a black turtleneck sweater and black dress pants. "Missed me?"
"Wade." She struggled to get out of the chair, but his long legs made the journey towards her first. "Hi baby." His deep voice had her going weak and to her surprise, she felt tears springing to her eyes. "Why? How?"
"I am going to need actual sentences darling." He went on his knees in front of her.
