Tiny Adventures

Chapter 3

"Alright, I just finished packing." Dom said, walking from our bedroom to the living room one afternoon.

"Packing? Where are we going?" I smiled as he walked back into our bedroom and out with a small suitcase.

"We're going away."

"Where are we going?" I asked again, growing unsettled.

"Away."

"Dominic ..."

"Tiny, I would never put you in danger." he said, catching my worried tone. "We're going away for the weekend, somewhere safe. Somewhere close by."

"Okay, I know. What did you pack?"

"You'll see."

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as you're ready to leave. Go clean up, baby; we're going on a babymoon." he smiled, wrapping his arms around me. "Let me spoil you a little."

"You always spoil me. What are you talking about?"

"Taking care of my family is my job; it's my responsibility. Spoiling you is my joy; the same will happen whenever this baby arrives."

"Te amo." I whispered, pressing my lips to his.

"I love you, more. Go clean up." he said, tapping my ass.

I ran off to shower and changed into a dress and sandals, which were comfortable clothes. I didn't bother packing anything else because my husband knows me well, and I trust his judgment. As I left the bedroom, he was in the kitchen cutting some fruit and packing a snack for me for the ride.

"How long are we driving?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my lips to his back before grabbing two water bottles.

"15 minutes to the ferry and then about a 3-hour ferry ride." he smiled.

"Baby ..."

"Relax, I looked into everything, and we're safe." he insisted.

"What did you tell Mia?" I asked.

"Nothing, I don't have to tell her. I'm taking my cell phone, but that's it. Brian knows we're going away for the weekend."

"Let's go." I smiled at him.

He's been in the garage with Brian so much, and I don't ask questions. He's always got something planned, and he always brings something: a sweet, a drink, or flowers. Our relationship isn't perfect, no one's relationship is perfect, but this, him, he's perfect for me. For us. What we've been through over the past few years hasn't been normal in the sense of your stereotypically 'normal' relationship, but I wouldn't change it for anything.

Dom got us a comfortable spot on the ferry, and I napped a little while on the way. As soon as we arrived, there was a car waiting for us. I got comfortable in the passenger seat while Dom threw the bag in the backseat. The view is beautiful; then again, everywhere you look is gorgeous. We haven't traveled much around the islands. The guys were more worried about settling down and getting the pregnant women comfortable, and then we just got comfortable in our ways. I'm glad Dom planned this trip for us. A little alone time, just the two of us before there are three, is never a bad thing.

"Baby ...babe, Tiny, we're here." my husband said as he picked me up.

"Hmm, what time is it?" I whispered, nuzzling his neck.

"Dinner time. I picked up dinner while you were asleep. Come on, momma, let's get you inside." he replied and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"What'd you get for dinner?" I asked, making him laugh.