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“Babe!” I slap his arm in all my excitement and he flinches, making me realize I probably slapped him a little too hard. “I know where we should go to lunch—New York City!”
“Nice. There’s tons of places to eat there. What do you have in mind?”
“That place with Japanese food where they cook it in front of you? I heard about it on the radio. The chefs are all crazy about it, like they toss food in the air and stuff? Can we go?” I give him the puppy eyes even though I know he wouldn’t tell me no even without my begging face.
“Benihana?” Jace presses his lips together and nods approvingly. “You know that place is all over the country, not just in New York, right?”
“Yes, but I want to see the city,” I say, leaning against him as we walk back toward the inn.
“Your wish is my command,” Jace says with a cocky air in his voice. “Let’s go get some delicious Japanese food.
Chapter 11
The New York City hustle and bustle is probably something I would love—any time that I’m not pregnant. But since I am carrying a mini-Jace in my body, walking through the crowded streets, with their varied and sometimes awful smells, really takes a toll on me. By the time we’ve eaten dinner, I am so exhausted and weirdly moody that all I want to do is go home.
But you can’t tell your husband on week two of your three week honeymoon that you want to go home. So I put on a smile and ask him if we can head to the airport to get some rest in the plane before we fly somewhere for dinner.
“You feeling okay?” he asks. Concern is written all over his face and I hate seeing him worry about me so I nod and roll my eyes like he’s crazy for even asking that.
“Of course. I’m just tired.”
“Me too. This flying thing is more exhausting than I’d thought it would be. It’s almost like we’re doing the damn flapping of our wings ourselves.”
I laugh at his stupid joke as we flag a taxi to take us back to the private airport just outside of the city. We had invited Christopher to come with us to lunch but he politely declined, saying New York was far too busy of a city for someone like him.
Back in the plane, I check the time—two-thirty in the afternoon. Because of the time zones, it could be lunch or dinner time in wherever we chose to fly to next. But as soon as we board the plane and head toward the bedroom, exhaustion takes over all five of my senses.
You know you’re tired when you can taste the sleep as it washes over you.
Jace’s laughter wakes me up. I’m in the plane, snuggled under the plush comforter. The smooth vibrations of the plane lets me know we’re in the air; which direction we’re headed is a mystery. I look over at Jace, who is sitting up in bed next to me, talking on his phone. He’s not wearing a shirt and my eyes get caught up in watching his tanned abs flex as he laughs.
Suddenly, without thinking, my hand reaches over and my fingertips slide across his muscular chest. Chills appear on his skin and I drag my hand up to his collar bone and then down his arm, which flexes at my touch. I could admire this man forever. Twenty four hours a day and I’d never get tired of it.
Jace pulls the phone away from his ear, leans down and gives me a quick kiss. “My parents,” he whispers, nodding toward the phone. He puts it back to his ear and wraps up the conversation. “I’ll tell her,” he says, followed by. “Love you too, Mom. Bye.”
“You’ll tell me what?” I ask, sliding over in bed so I can cuddle closer to him.
“Well,” he says, pointing to his fingers as if they are an itemized list. “Dad said to tell you hi and to make sure you’re drinking lots of water. For your health I guess. I don’t know, I didn’t ask. Mom said to tell you she said hi, and then she said I should wake you up so she can tell you herself, but I said I know my wife and she is not a cheerful person if you wake her
“Babe!” I slap his arm in all my excitement and he flinches, making me realize I probably slapped him a little too hard. “I know where we should go to lunch—New York City!”
“Nice. There’s tons of places to eat there. What do you have in mind?”
“That place with Japanese food where they cook it in front of you? I heard about it on the radio. The chefs are all crazy about it, like they toss food in the air and stuff? Can we go?” I give him the puppy eyes even though I know he wouldn’t tell me no even without my begging face.
“Benihana?” Jace presses his lips together and nods approvingly. “You know that place is all over the country, not just in New York, right?”
“Yes, but I want to see the city,” I say, leaning against him as we walk back toward the inn.
“Your wish is my command,” Jace says with a cocky air in his voice. “Let’s go get some delicious Japanese food.
Chapter 11
The New York City hustle and bustle is probably something I would love—any time that I’m not pregnant. But since I am carrying a mini-Jace in my body, walking through the crowded streets, with their varied and sometimes awful smells, really takes a toll on me. By the time we’ve eaten dinner, I am so exhausted and weirdly moody that all I want to do is go home.
But you can’t tell your husband on week two of your three week honeymoon that you want to go home. So I put on a smile and ask him if we can head to the airport to get some rest in the plane before we fly somewhere for dinner.
“You feeling okay?” he asks. Concern is written all over his face and I hate seeing him worry about me so I nod and roll my eyes like he’s crazy for even asking that.
“Of course. I’m just tired.”
“Me too. This flying thing is more exhausting than I’d thought it would be. It’s almost like we’re doing the damn flapping of our wings ourselves.”
I laugh at his stupid joke as we flag a taxi to take us back to the private airport just outside of the city. We had invited Christopher to come with us to lunch but he politely declined, saying New York was far too busy of a city for someone like him.
Back in the plane, I check the time—two-thirty in the afternoon. Because of the time zones, it could be lunch or dinner time in wherever we chose to fly to next. But as soon as we board the plane and head toward the bedroom, exhaustion takes over all five of my senses.
You know you’re tired when you can taste the sleep as it washes over you.
Jace’s laughter wakes me up. I’m in the plane, snuggled under the plush comforter. The smooth vibrations of the plane lets me know we’re in the air; which direction we’re headed is a mystery. I look over at Jace, who is sitting up in bed next to me, talking on his phone. He’s not wearing a shirt and my eyes get caught up in watching his tanned abs flex as he laughs.
Suddenly, without thinking, my hand reaches over and my fingertips slide across his muscular chest. Chills appear on his skin and I drag my hand up to his collar bone and then down his arm, which flexes at my touch. I could admire this man forever. Twenty four hours a day and I’d never get tired of it.
Jace pulls the phone away from his ear, leans down and gives me a quick kiss. “My parents,” he whispers, nodding toward the phone. He puts it back to his ear and wraps up the conversation. “I’ll tell her,” he says, followed by. “Love you too, Mom. Bye.”
“You’ll tell me what?” I ask, sliding over in bed so I can cuddle closer to him.
“Well,” he says, pointing to his fingers as if they are an itemized list. “Dad said to tell you hi and to make sure you’re drinking lots of water. For your health I guess. I don’t know, I didn’t ask. Mom said to tell you she said hi, and then she said I should wake you up so she can tell you herself, but I said I know my wife and she is not a cheerful person if you wake her
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