My Parent's Reconciliation Vacation (excerpt from Proverbial Woman), Part XIV

“Here is to You, Lord. And Your mercy,” he said unto God, as he brought the glass down and swallowed its contents.

Quietly reflecting on the course of the night, suddenly he became reminded of what she shouted on her way into the bedroom just minutes ago. Quickly turning and making his way over to the table, he grabbed her flute and the bottle of champagne.

Making his way into the bedroom, he suddenly remembered her mentioning music. Placing the bottle and flutes down on the nightstand, he aimlessly turned while descending upon the bed as he proceeded to go through the CD case.

‘Ah yes, this is a good one.’ He thought to himself. “I hope you’re in the mood for the City of Angels soundtrack,” he shouted.

“Yes. That’s fine. Let’s first start off with that Sarah Mclachlan song. I’m crazy about that one. ” She yelled from the bathroom.

After turning on the music he then got up and proceeded toward the bathroom where she stood preparing to get into the water. Just as he reached the door and begin to lift his hand to give it a few taps before entering, he suddenly realized he had left the bottle of bubbly and flutes sitting on the nightstand.

Quickly turning, he rushed over and retrieved them before scurrying back. Just as he proceeded to enter, he suddenly heard knocking coming from the other room. Frantically moving across the bedroom with his hands full, he abruptly stopped and once again sat the flutes and bottle down before rushing over to greet them.

After signing and leaving the items sitting in the other room, within a matter of seconds he was once again standing before the door with his hands full.

“Is that you?” she called out as he entered, dispensing a relieving sigh.

“Yeah. Its me.” he replied, as she stepped into the water.

“Come on in, it feels perfect,” she whispered as she wringed the sponge across her chest.

“I made plenty of bubbles.”

“Everything looks so beautiful. And you look incredible. I think I want to just sit and take in the moment.”

“You can be a part of it if you like,” she propositioned, as she glanced over at him.

“No. I’ll just sit and take in your beauty. And play bartender.” he joked, as he placed her glass next to her on the flat surface of the tub.

“Thank you,” she reciprocated, “But you are going to wash my back. Aren’t you?”

“With pleasure,” he answered. “Let’s just hope I can contain myself.”

“I’m sure you can. And if you can’t, I wont hold it against you,” she jokingly replied.

“I’ll be back. I’m going to grab a chair and turn the music up a little bit,” he added, as he suddenly turned and stepped toward the door.

“Okay. But hurry back. I don’t want to start missing you,” she jokingly replied.

“Isn’t it funny?” he asked as he re-entered, holding a chair in his hand.

“What?” she inquired, in sensuous tone.

“I can remember times when I used see you like this and I would make my move on you. The very site of you without any clothes on would arouse me. Then again, there were times when you didn’t even have to be undressed.”

“And now?” she asked with a questioning look in her eyes.

“Lately I’ve been wanting to make love to you so bad.