Three Couples, Six People, Many Songs(#15)
Song #15 - Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden
James sat down on the beautifully made out bed. What was he doing there? What was he doing in this gorgeous little cottage? What was he doing, waiting on this big bed for his wife?
Wife... He was married. They were married. And this was their honeymoon. James blinked and laid down on the bed. "Wow." He stared up at the ceiling and then closed his eyes, indulging himself in the soft sheets that he lay on.
"Asleep already?" Jessie sat down next to him and started to play with his hair gently, intertwining the locks of blue hair with her fingers.
"No, not asleep." James opened his green eyes and stared up at her, smiling. "Thinking about you."
She smiled back, and leaned over to kiss him. Sitting up again, she continued to smile. "Never thought this would happen?"
He nodded his head. "You're too beautiful and perfect. And I love you. Why would I think I could have you?"
She laid down on the bed too, her head on one of the fluffy feather pillows. James scooted up next to her, and they wrapped their arms around each other. "James, I should never have let you hide your home situation from me..."
"It's in the past." He said, shrugging. "And we're together now. And I'm going to be by your side until I die. You and Martin are the most important people in my life."
She tightened her arms around him, almost as if she was worried that he might slip away. "Mine... My husband." She kissed him on his forehead then closed her eyes.
James waited until he was sure she was asleep before he too closed his eyes. He liked to watch her fall asleep... He didn't know why, but he felt better if he knew that she was safely tucked away in her dreams and in his arms. /I don't deserve you.../ He thought, as his mind slowly started to surrender to the darkness known as sleep. /But no matter. I love you, and you love me. Who's complaining? Not me./
Both completely worn out from the wedding, and from chasing down Butch and Cassidy to make sure they took Martin with them, they easily fell into dream-worlds of their own, where nothing mattered except the fact that they were married, that they were a family.