Moonlight streaked across the rolling waves. Warm water
lapped at her ankles as she stared out over the water. Hot, sultry, the winds
tangled in her hair, kissing her neck. Kneeling, she dropped the single red
rose in the surf, the flower blurred by the tears in her eyes.
A hand pressed against her abdomen, the band of gold cool
against her flesh. Beneath her touch, her baby kicked. Laughing through her
tears, she turned to stroll back along the wet sand to the lawn chair open
beneath the palm trees.
“Tears? Are you sad, this night my love?”
She smiled at the warmth and devotion in the rich baritone.
Lifting her hand she clasped his hand, pulling him closer. “How can I be sad
this night, my darling? We’re together and we will always be now. Nothing can
separate us.”
“To eternity then,” he handed her a frosty glass and tapped
its rim with his own. “To eternity, love, and our son.”
“To love and our son.” She sipped at the spicy fruit drink,
her eyes on the waves. Yes, it would be eternity, she thought as she played
with the faint scars of his bite upon her neck. There were worse things than
being the bride of a man cursed to walk in the moonlight.
To be Continued....
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