The next morning he woke before dawn and gently slipped from the bed without waking her. He lovingly tucked her back in and quickly dressing walked outside to start the mornings work. She awoke a few moments later, noticing his absence. As she stretched the sleepiness away, she looked around for signs of him, afraid he was gone. As her panic reached a high level, she heard the screen door slam at the back of the house, and sighed in relief. She rose from the bed and slipped into a sleeveless nightdress, brushed her long hair, and padded down the stairs to the kitchen. As she entered, she saw him washing up at the kitchen sink. She walked up behind him and slid her arms around his waist.
He smiled, looking back over his shoulder. "Good morning, beautiful."
"You know, you didn't have to do it all yourself," she scolded.
He bent his head down, kissed her cheek. "I don't mind, I'm sure you were tired and needed some rest. How about some breakfast? You know, since we never got around to dinner last night?"
She released a girlish giggle. "Of course, I'll make you some."
He shook his head. "No, WE will make some for US." He walked over and leaned against the counter next to her. She moved away to the icebox to get the eggs and some bacon. He watched as she moved, transfixed by her.
"Isabella, I know it's still so early and maybe I shouldn't say this so soon....."
A blush lit up her cheeks, and she looked at the floor quickly. But then she slowly brought her eyes back up to meet his. He waited until they were making eye contact.
"I love you."
Her gasp was small, but her blush got deeper still. She smiled. "I feel the same. I just... can't believe it."
He pulled her small form into his arms and held her tight. Her arms snaked carefully around his waist. They stayed there for a moment, until she attempted to pull away, ready to go make breakfast. However, as she pulled away, he pulled her back, picking her up easily and kissing her passionately. His fingers trailed through her long hair, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His hands slid down to support her bottom as the kiss deepened.
He smiled against her lips. "Does someone feel mischievous again already?"
The giggle bubbled up from her throat and she smiled back. "Maybe?"
At her response, he reached down and unbuttoned his work jeans and lifted her cotton nightdress. Pushing inside her slowly, he felt her open for him once again. This time, he could push all of him inside of her in one quick, strong thrust, and adored the guttural moan that came bursting from her throat. He could tell that this time, her body was reacting even more violently than it had the previous night. He bounced her up and down, thrusting into her over and over. She closed her eyes and cried out, feeling him pressing deep inside her. She leaned in and kissed him hard, and felt him he return it with equal force. Their intensity continued to build and build, and they stared deeply into one another's eyes until they both exploded in climax. They kissed desperately as their bodies shook together. As it ended, he stumbled from the kitchen, into the living room, where he fell back on the couch with her above him.
He reached up, brushing her hair back and stroking her face gently. "If we keep this up we're going to be using another room in about 9 months," he smiled, his breathing still heavy.
Isabella tilted her head, looking into his eyes. "I've always wanted a baby."
He pulled her down to him, kissing her lips gently, soft, slipping from inside her and holding her to him. She curled atop him and turned her face into his chest.
"Where did you really come from, James?"
"I told you, baby," his hand moved idly on her back.
She shook her head. "Can't be coincidence. You had to have been sent here." Her voice was barely a whisper as she places a light kiss on his smooth skin.
"I'm really glad I stopped at the store yesterday."
"So am I," she smiled. "Even if the neighbors are still talking about it."
He brushed a finger idly across her nipple as he looked up at her, watching her smile grow. "I suppose we should eat something eventually, we're going to need our energy apparently."
Her shoulders shook silently as she giggled. "Apparently so."
"Another thing we should probably talk about is getting married," he stated matter of factly. "As you said, people are probably already talking and if we have a baby..."
She smiled beautifully. "Are you proposing to me, James?"
He shook his head. "Not yet, I'm not," he winked his eye. "It should be a more romantic setting when I do."
She nodded her head. "Hungry?"
His grin grew wider, "Yes ma'am, I am." He pulled her down to him, kissing her hungrily.
She returned the kiss, laughing against his lips, but then pulled away slowly. She stood and held out her hand. "C'mon Cowboy. I'll make you..." She glanced at the clock, then shrugged, "lunch."
"Lunch works," he replied as he stood. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hugging her close.
Once in the kitchen, Isabella grabbed the steaks that were never cooked last night and placed them in the oven once more, turning it on. James took a seat at the table and watched her work while stretching his long arms and legs. She pulled out a loaf of fresh bread from the box, slicing it and placing it on the table in front of him.
"Do you think your dad would have liked me, Belle?
She gave a sentimental smile. "Well, he wouldn't have been a fan of your technique... bedding a girl the first night and all." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "But yes, he would have liked you."
"Good."
She pulled the steaks from the oven, placing them on a plate as well, and grabbed a wedge of cheese and a knife to have with them. From his chair, James watched her work, smiling and completely happy. After she placed the food on the table, James stood and took her hands in his. She smiled.
"Honey, at this rate, we'll never eat."
"I don't want to wait anymore, I don't have a ring yet, but I'll get one, I love you, more than I thought I would ever love anyone." He dropped to one knee. "Isabella will you marry me?
Her smile widened and brightened. "Of course I will."
He stood quickly, lifting her into the air, and spun around in a circle. He then pulled her to him and kissed her again and again as she burst into irrepressible laughter. She kissed him back joyfully and looked down into his eyes.
"Now eat your lunch, Cowboy. I need you nourished."
He walked to the table and sat down, looking up at her expectantly. She took the seat next to him, and his hand snaked over to take hers, squeezing gently. He smiled wide like a child with a new toy and began quickly devouring everything on his plate. She laughed at his eagerness and began to eat her own lunch, pointedly slow.
He looked down at his plate sheepishly. "Sorry, that wasn't very polite, I suppose."
She shook her head and squeezed his hand. "It's fine."
He gazed at her adoringly as she ate, watching the blush creep up to engulf her face once again. "What, hon?"
She finished her food and wiped her mouth delicately, shaking her head. "No one's ever watched me eat before." She winked at him.
"Baby, you're just so pretty. I could watch you all day," he replied.
Her blush deepened even more. "You're too kind."
"It's the truth." He leaned over and kissed her cheek lightly.
"We have work to do out there, you know?"
