Page 96 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

I worried that I might have put a dampener on the evening by reminding him of his mother ‘I....eh...I... like loads of other bands and musicians too’, I jumped up and started to clear the table to hide my embarrassment I couldn’t think of any new groups that were out these days and it only reminded me of the age gap.
‘I promised my mother I’d take her to one of those tribute bands but sadly she became too ill to go any distance from the house’, he looked so forlorn I found myself in his arms comforting him. I could see that he still felt the loss of his mother as if it were yesterday.
Suddenly he scooped me into his arms and kissed me fervently then taking my hand he led me upstairs to the bedroom. It felt amazing, as he made love to me I responded with all of my senses and after we lay in each other’s embrace satisfied I blurted out, ‘I love you’, not thinking of anything but being in his arms forever.
‘It’s so good to hear you say that, I love you’, he kissed my neck my shoulder working his way down to my bare breast.
Drawing back the curtains the next morning I looked out onto a dull rainy day and laughed as I saw mother duck and her ducklings having fun in the rain splashing in the brook.
‘Honey what is so amusing out there?’, a sleepy Rex inquired.
Describing the scene outside to him I jumped back into bed to kiss him good morning. It may be dull and rainy outside but in my heart the sun was shining.
‘No regrets?’, he asked.
‘No regrets’, I answered smiling.
He jumped up stating he was going to make us his favourite Canadian breakfast; pancakes, maple syrup with crispy bacon.