Whispers In Spring: Chapter Thirteen

Morning came too quickly. Matt didn’t want to wake from the beautiful dream that had been the night. He rolled over and watched Amanda as she slept. He smiled.

Last night had been beautiful. No, more than beautiful. It had been extraordinary. He wouldn’t mind more nights like that. He knew that she wouldn’t either.

God, how he loved her! Even though they had only been together for a little over a month, he felt like he had known her all her life. It had been destiny that had brought them together. Destiny and Egypt.

He slipped from the bed and got his night pants on. Going into the master bath, he took his shower and emerged to get dressed. He looked over at her. She was still asleep. The night had taken its toll on her.

He was used to waking early. He had done it for years. It was more instinct than anything else. He could go on just three hours of sleep, but preferred seven or eight.

He headed down stairs to the kitchen. What better way to wake her than to bring her breakfast in bed? He smiled at the thought. She would love him for it.

Only minutes after he began cooking, the children began emerging from their rooms and sitting down at the table. All except Sandra, who entered the kitchen to see if he needed any help. He began sending her back to the dining room with readied plates. eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and toast with butter. Breakfast of kings.

He poached four eggs and only added toast and bacon to the plates. Those were for him and Amanda. Setting them on the service tray, he carried them up the stairs with two cups of coffee. She sat up groggily at the scent of the coffee.

She smiled at him. “For me?”

He nodded. “And me.” He slipped back under the covers and took his plate and his coffee.

He put his coffe on his bedside table. Taking his fork and knife, he began to eat. He sopped up the egg yolk with bits of toast. She had also begun to eat.

She paused and smiled at him again. “Last night was wonderful.”

He smiled. “Yes it was. It was a night in paradise. We’ll need to try that again sometime.”

She nodded. “Why not make every night special?”

He chuckled. “I was thinking the same thing.”

She quietly finished her breakfast and he removed the tray, setting his own plate back on it with hers. She kissed his cheek and he gently pulled her to him, kissing her on the lips as she lay on top of him.

She gently rose and he watched her naked body vanish into the master bath. She poked her head out of the door momentarily and grinned. “Enjoying the floor show, sir?”

He gave her a grin and nodded. “Every morning, My Dear. Wouldn’t miss it.”

She giggled and disappeared. “Just wait, there’s more.” And then all he heard was the shower.

He sat back up and waited for her. Midway through her shower, he pondered the idea of going in and climbing into the shower with her. But he decided not to. Not this morning.

This morning he had already taken his shower. Tomorrow was a different subject. He would definitely do so then. And every morning thereafter.

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged. She was unashamed of her nakedness before him, inviting him to take the view in. Her body was so inviting.He rose and and went to her, wrapping his arms around her.

He kissed her. “You are so sexy.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Love.”

He gazed into her eyes, seriousness creeping into his expressive face. “I mean it, Hon. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met.”

She wiggled in his arms. “Thank you.” The words were little more than a whisper.

No one had ever given her such a compliment. She couldn’t help but be a bit embarrassed. But then, he was the first man she’d ever fallen in love with. Hell. He was the first man she’d ever slept with.

She knew that he would be the only man she would ever love. He knew how to care for her heart. He knew how to truly love. His arms were her home.

He made her melt like wax with every loving word. She adored every little thing he did. He was her soul mate. She couldn’t imagine life without him.

Sh gazed up into his eyes after briefly nuzzling his shoulder to hide her embarrassment. “I love you, Matthew Morrow. I will love you forever. You are all I will ever need.”

He let her go. “I know, my queen. I feel the same way. I feel like I have known you all my life. I feel complete with you.”

They kissed and he sat back down on the bed and watched her dress. He helped her with the strap of her bra when it got twisted, then sat down again. God, she was beautiful! He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

She buttoned her jeans and turned back toward him with a wink. “What do you think?”

The jeans showed her every curve. It made him want her even more. “You’re hot, Baby.” His reply was more breathed than aloud, but she heard him and smiled.

They went down stairs together, hand in hand. At the bottom of the stairs, they turned to each other and kissed. The rest of the family would be arriving soon and the women, and Sam, would set about finishing up the wedding plans. Matt would be looking in on the gallery and then dealing with any side business that needed his attention.

He held her hand for a few seconds longer, looking into her eyes, then released it. They kissed once more, and she turned away to leave. He watched her as she headed for the living room. For the first time, he admired how she looked in jeans. He smiled.

After she disappeared through the door, he turned to go into his office. As he passed in front of the front door, the bell rang. He opened it to find five more young adults standing there. “Come in.”

All five entered and he ushered them to his office. The women, two men. He smiled at them pleasantly. He could see they were nervous.

One of the women stepped forward. “We were sent here by our mothers. I am Lola O’Leary.” He could tell that she was from Ireland by her accent. “And they are Li Dao, Raoul Nimi, Kurt Reinhard, and Beatirx Hans.”

He smiled at the last names. O’Leary had been there at a low point while he toured Ireland. She had accompaned him throughout his entire Irish tour. Dao had been a woman he’d met in Hong Kong while there for his eastern tour. Nimi had been from Portugal, Reinhard had been from Germany, and Hans had been that tall Dutch beauty who’d spent so many nights with him in Rotterdam and throughout the country as he toured Europe.

Ah, that had been the life. Or so he’d thought back then. But he’d not had Juanita or Amanda to keep him company then. Now he had Amanda. All that was in the past.

He nodded. “I remember your mothers. Come. Let’s get down to business, shall we?”


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