The rest of the evening was fun. John played with Hunter, while Beth watched. They would tell her what they were doing as they built some structures for their Lionel train set. They had the time of their lives. Beth was having fun watching them. Then it was time for a bath and a bedtime story. Beth took bath time since she loved having the little boats going around. Sometimes she wondered how clean he really was when they finished. But he loved when mommy gave him the bath. She had bought him a squirty bath toys. He loved the caterpillar the most. Bedtime story was John's time tonight. While he was telling him the story, she was getting the room ready. She first put on the new sheer babydoll outfit on and moved back the sofa a bit. She had the fireplace on. He walked in and he saw her walk by with a blanket. Her tattoo stood out to him. He saw that she had some pajama pants laying on the bed. He undressed and put them on. She was laying on the blanket smiling at him. He laid down beside her and asked her to tell him about getting the tattoo. She looked at him thoughtfully and turned on her stomach so that the tattoo was nearest to him.
"It seemed a long time ago. It was two years after Daniel had died that I got it, I guess six-eight months after the trial. I guess you had TJ befriend me to help be to assimilate in society when I was shunned. It was hard at first. She introduced me to bars, dances, and pool. I had a man, remember Bear?" He nodded, she continued, "Well, he was at a bar one night and seemed to like what he saw, so he asked me out. That was an experience, I think it was different for him to. I never slept with him. But he had a lot of tattoos. I talked about them with TJ and she has a tattoo."
"Really?!"
"Good to know that you never saw it," she said smiling. "We talked about it and I do not know why but I wanted to have one that reminded me of my previous life. So I worked on it for a couple of weeks. I designed it myself." He was tracing the tattoo. She took a deep breath, "I decided on roses, and looked them up and found they meant different things. I saw the red one for love, then I just had to decide if it would be open, full, or partial. I picked out partial because we did not get to live out our lives, then I put an unopened white rose for the baby they took from me. I wrapped them in purity with baby's breath. She stopped talking and he could see the shy woman that he first met a long time ago. Then I saw one that meant desire, my heart still remembered you and I put it almost opened because we had started to get to know each other, the baby's breath meaning changed to sincere when I enclosed your rose with theirs."
He started playing with her hair stroking it, "What do you remember about us, how were you sure it was not a crush on me?"
"I remember you coming up on the scene. I guess you were just visiting the local police and wouldn't have been there so early in the case. I remember your face when you saw me. Then they put me in the ambulance, I was so upset they were trying to remove the bloody clothing to get some wires on me. I was thrashing and I heard your voice. You touched my arm and talked softly to me, calming me down and telling them to be careful with the clothing, that I was a very modest woman. You spoke with a reverence of me. I remember that you held my hand at the hospital and when they did the rape kit your eyes were always on mine. You looked away while they undressed me and took pictures. I stood there crying, in my faith we do not take pictures. You told me, from behind the curtain, how it would help in the trial of the ones that did this to me and my husband. When I asked about my husband you told me, while holding my hand how he died trying to save me. They finally gave me a sedative to help me sleep after the work done to clean up the miscarriage. The nurse told me how you slept with your head on the bed and holding my hand all night. I remember you told me about the movie "Witness" and how this reminded you of that. I watched it, I wished it had been that storyline instead of what I went through. As the time passed and you had to take me out of the town to protect me while waiting on the trial. You helped me get settled and taught me how to do a few things to fit in. I still remember when I walked by you and smiled over my shoulder. You thought I was a regular girl then you realized it was me in street clothes. I liked the feeling it gave me when you saw me. You would come with the lawyers when they interviewed me. You helped me start to get my life back, you talked to me, not at me like the others. When you visited, we stayed up talking about everything and anything. Part of me wanted to get to know you better and part of me knew I was going back to the lifestyle that would not let me have you as a friend. I started living my life waiting for the trial, you were not always around but I remember one field agent talking to another saying she actually liked you better when you were with me. I brought the best out in you. I remember the night the trial was over and they were being jailed for life, I remember putting on the clothes again, putting on my bonnet, being taken to the house. I was never even talked to by them. They told you to take me because I had become too worldly for them, I had shamed Daniel's name. I remember letting my hair down and brushing it, hoping you would come in and take me into your arms. You came in but gave me your card and told me about a flight back to where I had been staying. You gave me a check from the trial, part of them paying me for the damages they caused. You left me that night. I cried myself to sleep. Someone came to take me to the plane. I went back and finished my schooling. I moved on with my life, every man that I met I compared to you, not Daniel. As time went on, I knew it was not a crush. I met the man that I loved. I knew much more about you because you spent nights with me talking, just talking. When I saw you at the ship when we were leaving Greek Isles. My heart dropped, part of me wanted to run and kiss you, part of me wanted to run. Nickie was the one that encouraged me to meet with you. I knew I was a different woman, I didn't know if you would love me or not, I was ashamed. By the time we met in Rio DE Janeiro. I had been seeing Darcy for months and we were going to have a baby, one that I miscarried. I had thought I would never find you again, and started seeing Darcy. When I stayed in the country for that time period to recover, I realized that you loved me and I was not going to lose you again. Tell me what you remember, why did you fall in love with me?"
He leaned down and kissed her before he started to speak, "I remember that night, the lights going, the sirens, and the horses going nuts. Blood was everywhere. No one knew how to deal with this type of thing with the Amish, a murder, a rape of one of their own. I saw you fighting the medics, I just needed to calm you down. Someone handed me your bonnet. I gave it to you. You clutched it in your hands while they worked on you. Your innocence of the real world fascinated me, you were an honest fresh naturally beautiful woman. I wanted to give you your privacy when they worked on you. I loved being with you. Your outlook on life was honest, sincere, you were a woman of faith. I loved talking to you. I felt like a better man when I was with you. No other woman has ever done that for me. That night that you were kicked out of your community, I wanted to take you in my arms and make love to you. But I respected you too much. I lost track of you partly because I felt that you deserved a better man than me. When I went down to the ship, I saw you and I wanted to run to you. I was glad that Nickie encouraged you to meet me. I noticed that you were more free in the sexual part but inside you were still Beth. My Beth. I was not going to let you go this time. I couldn't let you go this time. I had made that mistake years back. I love you."
She leaned into him, "I love you."
He began kissing down her neck, he loved that this babydoll had open slits over her breasts. She was responding to his kisses. His hands rubbing her body but when it was over her tattoo he noticed that she was really responding. He noticed that she had lowered his pajama pants down and she was moving on him. He continued working on her and they connected. She was mumbling something he stopped nibbling her breasts and she whispered, "John, John,.... I love you...
He responded by kissing her over and over, and as he collapsed, "I love you Beth." She kept her arms and legs around him. She did not want him to leave her body. She felt him caressing her tattoo, kissing her shoulder, then he began nibbling on her breast again. She was so excited again, not sure why, she held on to him hugging him, he was taking his time. She leaned down and said, "make love to me John." He loved hearing his name from her, his Beth. He took every opportunity to make love to her. They laid together for awhile. She didn't want to move but she needed to get something to drink. "Do you want some wine?"
"Hmmm," was all that he said. He just smiled as he watched her get the wine and the wine glasses. He sat up and leaned back on the sofa when she handed him a glass of wine. "Thank you," he said.
She sat down beside him,"You know when you looked at me when I was walking away, it was the same look you gave me when I had regular clothes on for the first time. I like that feeling."
They tapped the glasses and drank the wine in silence. She put the glasses up on the table for safe keeping and the wine still on ice chilling. You stood in front of him and said, "seems a shame that you are the only one not dressed here." Then she took off the sheer babydoll outfit. She began to take off the thong like panty. He grabbed her hand and said, "No, let me." He pulled her close and took it off. She closed her eyes, thinking nothing and everything at one time. He lowered her down, she kissed him and he laid her on her back. The rest was a blur, a very loving, fulfilling blur. She loved being with this man.
Afterward they lay facing each other again. "Beth," he said. "Yes, John," she replied. He asked, "Do you ever think we will tell Hunter about how we met, in the beginning?"
She looked at him, "I think when he is older we will tell him. But not all the sordid details. I think until then the most important part is that he knows we love him now. I love watching you play with him. He loves you so much."
"Beth," he is my son.
"I always thought he was," she said perplexed.
"I know, Nickie suggests that he isn't but he is, he has my DNA," he said.
She rolled him over kissing him. "I am so glad to hear that, I think Richard, just convinced Nickie you were not. There are times that doubt creeps in. I am so glad I don't have to think that anymore." She moved back on him and began rubbing his chest with her hands, while the rest of her body moved into position. He laid back letting her work her magic. She slowed the reaction down and kissed him. She kept kissing letting the position work up the momentum for her pleasure. Then she sat back up and worked on her husband allowing him to give her pleasure. She laid on top of him for awhile then rolled on the floor beside him. He went on his side holding his head up with his hand. "If I knew how sexual that you were, I would not have left you that night."
She laughed, "Oh, baby, just because I was Amish did not mean I was not a sexual being. I used to do that to Daniel. He loved it too. He would have like you if he had met you." She stroked his face, kissed every inch of his face. "I love you so much!" He grabbed her face in his hands and began to kiss her all over. Their night together making up for those years they had lost each other.
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