At Your Service (BWWM)

EPILOGUE

 "I'll take two shaved ice with strawberry 'n citrus syrup, mate," I said to the vendor before fanning myself with the yellow hand fan.

"Right away, sir," the vendor replied before scooping ice in a cup with his scoop.

I was standing in front of a multi-coloured ice cream cart at the side of the road, in blue trunks and a thin white shirt and a large straw hot on my head. The sun glared down at me, the minimal shade from the palm tree doing nothing to curb the high temperature.

I was currently in the down under and let me tell you the heat of a summer in Queensland, Australia was nothing to joke about. Why Queensland, you ask?

This location was chosen because it was easy to get lost within the country and Queensland was the least active state in the country. Additionally, it was highly known for its beaches and tropical islands, national parks and mountainous rainforests. All of which we would explored in the last two weeks here, this might not be a vacation but it gave us the opportunity to explore various places.

...speaking of us...

My eyes drifted to the caramel beauty lounging on the beach chair a few metres away from me in a yellow monokini that did wonders for her body and I grinned as she gave me an impatient while moving her hand-held, battery powered fan all over her face and bosom. A sweaty, glistening and perky bosom at that.

She rolled her eyes at me, noticing the shift in my gaze as I lick my lips flipped me of, evoking a choke from me.

"Here is yah order sir," the vendor said, gaining my attention and I paid the man before walking towards Dyan.

"Took you long enough," Dyan hissed before snatching the cup from my hand as I sat in the chair beside her and I shook my head.

"You're welcome," I said dryly and she rolled her eyes before muttering a 'thanks'.

Stretching out on the chair, I drank my cool beverage before the heat melted it all. Around us, there were multitudes of people playing, lounging, and walking the beach. There were even more in the water, floating , swimming and shredding the waves.

Schools were out so the crowd was expected. I wanted to wait until the evening so we could have a little more privacy on the beach but Dyan didn't want to stay in the house any longer and I didn't blame her.

After what Lauren had dropped by to tell us, I wanted a distraction as well.

"Jov..." Dyan called softly and I looked over at her.

Her eyes were glossy, her lips trembling and I knew it was all crashing down on her now. Moving quickly, I scooped her up before settling her in my lap and hugging her to my chest.

"It's okay, Cupcake..."

"No, it's not. I have been pissed off since morning and I have been taking it out on you. I'm so sorry," she mumbled, her shoulders shaking in grief.

"I know you have, Cupcake and I don't hold it against you... remember in sickness and in health, rich or poor and good times and bad..." I stated softly to her, caressing her back. "It's okay. I understand how you're feeling. I feel it too."

I held my wife in my arms, uncaring of the fact that we were having a moment at a crowded beach.

"I want a baby, Jovaughn. I want one so bad but now I can't have one..." Dyan cried, her words breaking my heart and I kissed her now short curly hair before pulling back and placing another on her forehead.

Lauren had decided to pay us a visit after our 5th relocation while in the Witness Protection Program. The Silver Sword gang had been working overtime to track us down, more specifically Dyan for the last five years. They found us in Portugal, Romania, Botswana, Nepal and finally, Thailand where we decided to get married.