Chapter One - Honeymoon

What a day as the sun is beating and warming my body, as the wind's breezes flutters whisps of my hair into my face while laying on a chaise lounge on the white sands of a beach. The sounds of the waves beating constantly on the shorelines and the seagulls flying overhead. My thoughts drift off to an unknown world where I feel masculine hands come from behind me touching my breasts and a deep male voice offering suggestions in my ear of making a date for a dinner on the verandah watching the sunset. I am melting to the sound of his voice. I hold onto his hands holding my breast saying, "Yes, yes, yes! Of course, dear. I'd love to do that." My heart beats rapidly in excitement then,

splat!

A seagull's droppings land on my bathing suit, awaking my senses to reality. As I am wiping it off with some cabana room towels we brought with us to the beach, I look to the right of me and see my loving new husband laying there absorbing the sun's rays as well. I am staring at him and absorbing all the excitement that has culminated in the last few days with our wedding. I thought we would never get married. During the past three years, we have had our rough times, but nothing like the stresses of getting things ready for our marriage day. The premarital counseling, the meeting with the pastor, the picking of flowers and cakes, making the dress I would wear, finding our rings (my ring and our wedding bands), getting the plans together for our honeymoon trip, and so much more. It is absolutely amazing that we are even here.

I see Anthony's eyes awakening now and looking towards me. He must have felt my gaze on him. He slowly turns his head and looks right at me; he doesn't speak at first and then says, "Hey, honey. Are you thirsty?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"I see a little hut over there. I thought I would see about getting us a paradise drink while we bathe in the sun in this paradise on the beach. How about it?"

"Sounds good to me. I'll go with you. I need a few moments out of the sun's rays anyway." I grab my towel that I had been laying on and wrap it around my waist, as he says, "Ok."

As we are walking over to the hut, we are hearing Beach Boy's song emerging, "Aruba, Jamaica..." as we approach the bartender who is showing off fancy bartending tricks like Michael Caine and Tom Cruise did in the movie, "Cocktails and Dreams". Catching the beats of the song, my husband twirls me around just before we get to the hut where he responds to the bartender, "Yeah, do you have any paradise drinks to enjoy on the paradise beach? ... What does it have in it? ... Yeah that sounds good...." As he is talking to the bartender, my eyes wonder to the couple at the opposite end of the bar circle who look like they had just been married as well. They look to be such beautiful lovebirds with their arms entwined with one another and drinking some drinks with umbrellas decorating the rim skewing through a pineapple and cherry floating on top of the drink.

Suddenly, my husband looks at me and gives me a glare, starts talking gruff to the bartender (poor bartender he doesn't know what hit him), and grabs the drinks after he puts the money down on the bar with one hand and grabs my arms and pulls me away from the bar as I am trying to be apologetic to the bartender - "I ... I... am .... sooooo sorryyyyyy!!" We get to the chaise chairs we were sitting at before, he puts the drinks on the ground in between our chairs and turns to me saying, "What the hell was that all about?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"I saw you looking at him."

"Who? Oh, you mean the couple that seemed to be making love to one another before our eyes. Wasn't that just beautiful??? They seemed sooo very happy."

"No. You were looking at him and he was checking you out."

"I really don't know what you mean because all I remember was the gazes they had towards one another."

He was starting to calm down now, thankfully. I sat back in my chair and leaned back as his hand began caressing my shoulders. "Oh, perhaps, you are right. I don't know what overcame me. I guess it is just that I am so lucky to be married to such a beautiful woman that I thought he was checking you out."

Anthony was rubbing suntan lotion oil over my body in the next moment. We bathed in the sun for a few more hours and toasted the sunset coming down. We decided to go back to our cabana for a quick change to dinner type clothes and headed to the verandah where we heard marachi music coming from to see lantern lights glowing from the sky, criss-crossed across the "ceiling" of the veranda as the sun was heading over the horizon.

Dinner was superb. Company was fantastic as we acted like we were meeting for the very first time and the love that is felt when one looks into each other's eyes. The breezes offered us excuses for getting closer to one another to keep each other warm from the cool oceanside breezes coming up over the verandah. Our love making that night and for the remainder of our honeymoon was phenonmenal. It was so relaxing and to experience this extremely romantic side of my husband. Gee, I like how that sounds - husband, husband, husband! I look down at my hand and see the beautiful ring. He really does love me, doesn't he???

I lay my head on his shoulder and fall asleep on the flight home from our honeymoon.