“We’re buying a yacht!” Mark announced, bursting through the doors of their bedroom suite.
“Shh… I just got Benjamin to sleep,” Lyla whispered, pulling the blue blanket closer around their baby’s head, covering his little ears.
Mark padded softly across the floor as quietly as he could and leaned down to kiss Benjamin’s forehead, then shifted his focus to kiss Lyla gently.
Benjamin was nestled against her breast, his tiny mouth twitching in a half-smile as if he’d just fallen asleep mid-suck. He’d never looked more beautiful. His mother had never looked more beautiful.
“Want me to take him to his crib?” Mark whispered.
“I suppose.” Lyla shifted forward and gently rolled Benjamin from her arms into Mark’s. He had never felt more love for a creature than he did for this tiny bundle and the woman who nursed him day and night. He thought the love they shared as husband and wife couldn’t be topped until they created life together and his whole world shifted on its axis.
As Benjamin’s face pulled away from Lyla’s breast, his little mouth moved as if begging for more. “I know how you feel, little man. I can never get enough either.” Mark winked at Lyla.
“You, silly guy,” Lyla whispered, tucking herself back into her maternity bra. Benjamin was only four weeks old and the doctor hadn’t officially given them permission to resume a physical relationship. He hadn’t specifically forbidden it either.
Mark didn’t want to push his wife toward anything she wasn’t ready for, but he missed having her in his arms. At the moment he was holding something much smaller in his arms. He rocked his son gently while staring down into his little face, then carefully rolled him into the waiting crib. He propped Benjamin on his side with a rolled up receiving blanket and tucked a larger blanket up around the baby’s sleeping form.
Then he just stood there, gazing down at his son, the most incredible creation he’d ever seen.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Lyla whispered at his side.
Mark shifted and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “Almost as beautiful as his mother.”
“His mother is curious to know more about this yacht she’s supposedly purchasing,” she said in a low voice.
“Oh, that’s right,” Mark said, pulling her away from their sleeping baby. “I got a little distracted. Remember how Nicholas and his family bought a ship building company in Dubai?”
“How could I forget? I must have puked over the side of the deck a dozen times while we were onboard for their inaugural sail party.”
“You gotta admit that was a fun way to find out you were pregnant.” Mark chuckled.
“Fun… right, that’s exactly what I was thinking. Good thing I didn’t have much left in me when I puked on your shirt while you were carrying me off the boat.”
“There are easier ways to get me out my clothes, you know?” he said in a husky voice, pulling her close.
“I haven’t gotten you out of your clothes in quite a while,” she said, reaching up and playing with his collar.
“Five weeks, three days and”—he pulled away slightly to glance at his watch— “Thirteen hours. Not that anyone’s counting.”
She tossed her head back with a soft laugh, her eyes gleaming up at him. “You know, Benjamin just had a bath and a feeding and a diaper change. He’ll probably be asleep for a couple of hours.”
“There’s nothin’ sexier than you talkin’ about a diaper change to get your man in the mood,” Mark said, playfully.
“Well, gosh, if you’re not in the mood,” she said, pretending to pull away from him.
“Woman, don’t tease me.” He pulled her back into his arms but handled her delicately, lifting her face to his with feather-light touches. The fragile way she’d gradually recovered from having the baby made him want to take their time and be careful.
Gone was the reckless abandonment from the early days of their marriage. This was a different kind of passion. A slow-burning love that reached into the depths of his soul, and Mark wanted to treasure every moment of it.
He forgot everything he’d planned to tell her and lost himself in their kiss, wishing he could pull her over to their bed but not wanting to rush her. He just held her and kissed her, letting her set the pace.
When she finally pulled away and looked up at him, her eyes betrayed the passion he felt from her kiss. She whispered, “I could use a bubble bath.”
She didn’t have to drop any further hints. Mark lifted her hand to his lips and held her gaze as he backed into the adjoining bathroom, pulling her gently with him.