THE CHIPPEWA FALLS DAWSONS
Chapter Fourteen
Jack and Rose walked up the stairs. Their
first night as a married couple would be spent here at the Learys. Even though
they had already made love, it felt like it was going to be their first time
all over again. They entered Rose’s bedroom, which they would be sharing until
they moved into their own house, holding hands. Jack looked at Rose, and then
at the bed. He sat down on it, not letting go of her hand. "Rose, why don’t
we just lay here and talk?"
"Oh, don’t be silly, Jack. I want you to
truly make me your wife."
She sat on the bed next to him, and let go of
his hand. She took his hand and put it around her back. "Help me get out
of this dress, Jack."
Jack swallowed, and motioned for Rose to turn
around. She stood up with her back to him, and he undid all her fastenings. He
watched as she slowly stripped out of her undergarments, until she stood before
him naked. He stared at her, as he had not seen her naked since he drew her a
lifetime ago. He reached out, and put his hand on her waist. "You are the
most wonderful creature on this earth," he said, barely above a whisper.
Rose reached down and took his hand, and
kissed it. She leaned forward and started to undo his shirt. After she did, she
leaned so far forward that Jack had no choice but to lay back on the bed. He
scooted up, so he was lying on the pillow, Rose following, and laying across
him. They looked at each other for one moment, and then began to kiss.
"I love you, Mrs. Dawson," Jack
said, when he was able to stop kissing her.
"I love you, Mr. Dawson."
Jack and Rose spent the entire night in bed.
Talking and laughing, and of course, making love. They talked of their hopes
and dreams for the future. And they talked of meaningless things, things that
only two people truly in love talk about. The hours seemed to fly by, and at
the same time they seemed too slow, like the night would never end. Rose fell
asleep with her head on Jack’s chest. Jack fell asleep soon after.