Chapter 65

After settling into what would

be their home for the week, Alessandra and Edward immediately

ventured into the central part of Bath, while their parents moved

off toward the Roman Baths.

In a moment of sadness,

Alessandra thought back to the last time she had been there. That

had been when Tom had approached her again, and the first time she

had met his wife, Katherine. Edward looked at his wife and

immediately understood why she was quiet. When Alessandra sensed

him looking at her, she turned to him and smiled. It was an effort

to try to at least temporarily forget the man from her past who had

changed her life so much.

"Do not feel bad for thinking

about him, Alessandra. He made an impact on you, and now with you

being able to provide a home to your brother at Missinger Estate,

Tom will always be in our memory," Edward said softly to her,

holding her gaze even as they moved forward. "Certainly I cannot

fault the man for wanting you to love him. He did not act with

decorum or sense, but I certainly can understand why he loved you

so."

Alessandra felt a tear come to

her eye, thinking about her young friend dying so early on in his

life.

"I do not think that he

did love me, Edward. I believe he just got lost in his thinking

somehow, but you are right - we cannot forget him. It would be

disrespectful to do so. There are also other aspects of our being

in Bath before that did not involve him, and I would much prefer to

think of those while we are here," she said with the suggestive

tone that he knew so well by now. Watching his face as they

continued to walk - seeing him also remember the entire day they

had spent completely alone in their room - she saw that he, too,

could visualise the joy of having had that time

together.

Edward looked deeply at

her and blushed. It was something that did not happen often, but on

occasion, she took delight in encouraging in him.

"My beautiful wife, you

are once again trying to make it so that I have no choice but to

stop right here," he said, holding her arm firmly and halting them

in their walking. "Put my arms around you, and hold you close so

that other people cannot see what you are doing to me," he

continued, smiling at her in humour. "Now I am going to kiss you,"

he said and did so. "And hold you … and I am not at all going to

think about you and I doing such things," he continued light

heartedly whilst attempting to sound stern.

Alessandra could feel his

hardness against her. It served as proof that although he was

making light of the conversation, he only seemed to become more

aroused with the more he spoke. It made Alessandra begin to giggle

excessively.

Seeing Alessandra

giggling and so carefree fuelled Edward, but he determined to

concentrate on anything else. Eventually, he felt his body relax

and able to begin walking again, but not before giving her another

stern word, spoken in fondness.

"You know not to speak to me in

such a manner in public, Alessandra. Do not do it!" he said, making

her giggle even more.

~~~~~

Over dinner in their new

surroundings, all family came back together once more, and

Alessandra was overwhelmed by the difference in her

father.

"And did you know…" he kept

saying with great excitement, sharing every small piece of history

he had learned about the location.

Alessandra heard less of what

he was saying in words, than what she saw he was expressing in his

mannerisms. Upon watching him, she found herself relieved of some

of the stress she had held unknowingly deep in previous weeks. She

realised then the depth of concern she'd had, worried that he was

going to give up on life and leave her also.

After dinner, Margaret

brought the children in, who their grandparents fought over for

cuddles and smiles with. Edward watched everyone in the room,

happily studying the combinations of each child with each

grandparent. He wondered how his life had become so full, with so

many people around him, after his isolation as a child himself. As

he looked at Alessandra, he saw her smile at him. At that moment,

he silently wondered if she was yet eager to become pregnant once

again. Sensing in his body the thought of that affecting him, he

immediately dismissed the idea, but not before his wife saw it on

his face.

~~~~~

"Yes," Edward heard his wife

whisper to him as they lay naked together, already satisfied from

the touch of each other's hands and lips.

Lying on his back with her

cuddling into his shoulder, he moved so that he could look at her

face directly, and smiled at her.

"Yes … what, my lovely wife?"

he asked, knowing something was churning around in her mind. He saw

her look at him in a particular way that made his body immediately

reactive once more.

"Yes, I want you inside me

again, Edward. I want us to make another child. It is time."

"Are you sure, Alessandra?" he

asked and saw her look at him with so much love he could feel his

heart pound heavily.

"Yes," Alessandra

replied. "I am rested, and I love Elizabeth and Isabella, but I do

want us to have more children, Edward. Do you have any

objection?"

Edward kissed her deeply and

then pulled away, revealing his desire in his eyes as he began to

manoeuvre himself on top of her. Finding himself stopped, he looked

at her in surprise, but then his desire moved to another level as

he found himself pushed back onto the bed, and his wife moving onto

him, down on him. He then felt nothing except the sensations she

produced in him from her movements.