Changing the subject, Freya said, "I'm starved."
"Yeah. We can ask at the front desk what's around and good," Alex suggested.
Freya traced a finger lightly across his chest. "I'd kind of rather stay in. We can give the romance thing a try... Like when we were first dating. And we
do
have to make up for the plane disaster, you know..."
"So, you admit that it was a disaster?" Alex asked. Freya looked at him and he immediately regretted his snide comment. "I'll order room service," he said.
"And I need to freshen up a bit," Freya started towards the bathroom. "I have your dried jizz all over my pubes."
"Well, isn't that a lovely image?" Alex commented.
"It's
yours
," she replied. "It's not my fault that you have such terrible aim."
"Okay. We've beaten the airplane sex thing to death, let's move on. In fact, I'd be fine if we never mentioned it again." Alex picked up the room phone. "Go wash up."
"Order something yummy," Freya told him as she closed the bathroom door.
When she came out about fifteen minutes later, Alex had closed the shades and dimmed all of the tiny lights festooned across the vaulted ceiling. In the dim light, everything took on a magical glow. Alex stood up and took her hand, He led her to the large bed that was the centerpiece of the room.
"Room service will still be another half-hour or so," he told her. "But I wanted you to see something."
They both laid down on the bed and gazed at the ceiling. The lights sparkled in the gloom like stars on a clear summer night. Freya knew that there were probably a few hundred, but staring up at them, it felt like there were millions.
"Wow," she breathed.
Beside her, Alex gave a slight nod. "If you really look at them, you can start to see outlines and patterns in the jumble," he said. "Like over there, it almost looks like a duck."
"I don't see it -- oh, wait..." Freya smiled. "It looks more like a chicken."
"Well, there are so many of them and they look so small, that they almost twinkle in and out. The pictures start to shift and morph."
"Yeah! I can see it." Freya marveled at the miniature galaxy spread out above them. "I wonder if this is how people named the constellations?"
"Probably," Alex replied. "I think it's called 'paradolia' or something... No... I think that's seeing faces in things... It's something like that, though..." After a minute or so, he added, "People want to see patterns in things... I guess it makes them feel secure in a totally random world."
"You know what makes me feel secure in this totally random world?" Freya rolled onto her side to face him. "You, Alex."
He smiled at her.
"I know that I can be crazy and a handful, but I need you. You're always secure and no matter how crazy things get, I know that I can always count on you." Freya's eyes started to mist up a little. "I want you to know that."
Alex took her hand. "I do know that. And you're perfect for me. You make my life so much more interesting than I ever could have imagined."
"Yeah," Freya muttered sheepishly, "Sorry about that."
"No. I wouldn't want it any other way," Alex insisted. "You live life with so much passion. Everything you do is with such love and excitement. And it spills over to everyone around you. You've made my life so much more exciting. Every day is an adventure -- even if we just spend it lounging around the house. And I'm sure Cyn and Katie feel the same way. You guys have been best friends forever and
you're
the reason."
Freya held her husband even closer and buried her face in his shoulder.
"When we first started dating, Katie still hadn't come out, Cyn was simply one-third of the threesome -- no pun intended! -- but
you
were the one holding everything together.
You're
the brilliant light in everyone's life."
By now, Freya was silently crying against Alex.
Quietly, he said, "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"You make me so happy, Alex." Freya dried her eyes a bit. "I just hope that I can make you as happy as you make me."
"You do."
Freya smiled. "It's almost boring how perfect we are for each other."
"Yeah," Alex rolled his eyes. "So boring."
Freya laughed and a little snot bubble formed in her right nostril.
"Gross!" Alex yelled while Freya, still laughing, wiped it with the back of her hand.
"I'll be right back." She hopped off the bed holding her right hand up and ran to the bathroom. Washing her hands, she heard Alex at the door.
"Dinner has arrived," he announced as she dried her hands on the stark white and overly-fluffy hand towel that matched the complimentary robe she was wearing. Deciding that it was unnecessary -- and, of course, not wanting to stain it with whatever dinner Alex had ordered -- Freya took it off and hung it on the wall hook behind the door.
"Okay," she called back, then peeked out into the room to be sure Alex was alone again.
"Is this another one of your 'Crazy Freya' moments?" Alex asked as she walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing at all.
"Well, I figured that since we're alone... And if your mother has her wish, this could be the last weekend that we spend alone before I'm pushing out her grandchildren, so... Why not enjoy it?" Freya walked over to Alex, put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. "What did you get us for dinner?"
"Whoa, hang on," Alex said. "Do you want children? I thought we were waiting a bit more."
"No. We're waiting," Freya reassured him. "I was just joking. No need to get all jumpy."
"I'm not all jumpy, I just thought that we were waiting until your career was underway and I got a bit more settled into the ownership of my dad's store..." Alex relaxed a little. "Sorry. My mom has me a little on edge. I know she wants grandkids and doesn't want to pressure us, but I'm still feeling the pressure. Sorry."
Freya gave him another kiss. "Don't worry. We're not making babies this weekend." She looked deep into his eyes. "Trust me, I'll let you know when I want a baby."
Alex thought he saw something in her gaze. "And it'll be
our
decision, though... Right?"
Freya smiled. "Of course, darling. Now, let's just enjoy..." She looked over at the trays on the table, "Whatever dinner is."
"I asked for something 'authentically local' and this was recommended." They walked over to the table. "This is shrimp with raspberry sauce and these are what they call conkies. They're like dumplings made with pumpkin and nutmeg and stuff cooked in banana leaves."
Freya carefully picked one up, unwrapping the outer leaf. "They look like tamales." She took a small bite. "But they taste kind of like pumpkin pie!" She took another bite. "They're delicious! Here, try it." She held one out for him and he took a bite.
While he was chewing the conkie, Freya asked him, "Hey, do you really need all these clothes?" She tugged at his shirt. "Why don't you 'get more comfortable' and we can climb into bed and I'll feed you dinner?"
Alex didn't have to be asked twice. He kicked his sneakers off, pulled his shirt up and over his head, and while Freya lightly licked his left nipple, he dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor.
"Socks, too," Freya told him and moved to the bed. As she climbed under the sheets, Alex pulled his socks off while he admired her ass -- as he did whenever he got the chance. Freya turned and caught him staring. She also noticed that his dick was starting to grow. She was starving, so she decided to redirect his attention, and told him to bring the room service tray over to the table by the bed.
As he placed it on the small, wicker table, he looked at his wife sitting naked in the middle of a tropical paradise just waiting for him. The black satin sheets pooled around her waist was a beautifully stark contrast to her pale, flawless skin, which in turn accentuated the deep auburn red of her hair. Alex felt that headrush-like swoon that he had always felt around her when they first started dating. It seemed so long ago, but that dizzy feeling brought him right back to the very first moment he saw her when she walked into his family's hardware store.
