The Years Disappeared

Trouble in Shangri-La

August 1986
I woke earlier than my husband, leaving him to sleep- he needed it. The sun was only just rising and so I brushed me teeth, made some coffee, and sat out on the balcony. No wonder some people called this place Shangri-La. The view was spectacular across the surrounding forests, and it took some effort on my part to get back up and walk inside. Stripping, I slipped back under the sheets, running my hands over his chest and clean-shaven face, kissing his lips while pressing my breasts against his side. He grumbled a little as he awoke. "Stevie."
"Hey," He yawned, opening his eyes and seeing me. "Oh..." He smiled, kissing me back as he fondled my chest.
"Everyone is still sleeping," I assured him, reaching into his boxers as he grinned. Flinging the sheets back, I leant over to take his length into my mouth, first circling the tip, then breathing through my nose as I moaned and gagged for his enjoyment, his hands pinching my nipples. Pulling off him momentarily, he reached out for me but I shook my head, covering his mouth with my hand as I mounted him, whining as he entered me fully and fast. Freeing his mouth as I closed my eyes and leaned backward, grinding my hips, he swore at me and before I knew it, had grabbed me and flipped me onto the bed as he rammed into me. I screamed in pleasure, scraping my nails against his back as he groaned into my ear, coming loudly around him as he released inside of me quicker than average, after so many weeks of separation.
"I love you."
"Love you too babe," He kissed me chastely, withdrawing himself as I snuggled up to hide my face in his neck, circling his waist with my arms. He didn't respond as enthusiastically as I'd expected and so I looked up skeptically, finding his gaze detached. "Linds. Baby I missed you."
"Uh, yeh, sorry I'm just...Tired." He compensated by holding me against him tighter than usual. Soon, we heard knocks and voices at the door and I yelped, searching for the nightie I'd discarded, not being able to locate it before Lindsey tossed the white t-shirt behind his pillow at me. I thanked him and speedily pulled it over myself, just as our son and two of our daughters came bounding in. "Hey kiddos!" Lindsey espoused enthusiastically as he pulled his boxers in place under the covers, then welcomed them up.
"Daddy!" Squealed Bella in delight as she threw herself at her father. I helped up Leia and Joe, placing them on my lap as I leant my head on Lindsey's shoulder, sighing as I heard crying on the baby monitor, placing them in Lindsey's care as I scampered out of bed and across the corridor to the nursery where I found my youngest daughter in a fret, soon rocking her to peace before feeding her from the bottle, her big blue eyes smiling at me as she eagerly gulped. "Not too fast Sara honey, that's it."
I returned with her to our bedroom, changed and playful, finding Lindsey in eager discussion with the other kids about the important trip to Europe he'd just returned from, now meeting us for a break in the country. My entrance with Sara distracted them a little, and they all eventually decided that their little sister was (yes, more irritating) but currently more interesting than their adult father's stories about work. "Would you take her? I need a shower."
"Sure," he nodded, beaming as he eagerly embraced his baby daughter for the first time in weeks.
I was able to take my time in the shower, knowing the kids were OK- not ever trusting them with anyone but my husband or parents, especially in our position- blow-drying my hair and applying light make-up after exiting. "Something smells good," Lindsey said suggestively as he sniffed my hair as I came past him into the kitchen where the kids all sat eating breakfast, courtesy of the house cook- Lindsey himself possessing neither the skill nor the time to cook.
"It's the bacon, not me."
"Whatever you say, mind if I go shower now?"
"Not at all," I watched him walk away, sitting down to eat my own breakfast. Afterwards I brought the kids through the lounge that overlooked the garden, finding some of Lindsey's various briefcases and documents scattered across the coffee table already. Irked, I placed Sara in her playpen and gathered what was in the way into my arms, taking it through to the study, a few things falling here and there. I scanned the floor, picking up what I'd dropped, the remaining piece of paper being a pale shade of pink and folded over itself multiple times. I got a bad feeling when I opened it, recognising the handwriting.

Thank-you for these amazing few weeks together, if only it could last forever. Have a beautiful break, but please promise me you will miss these nights like I'll miss them.
All my love and wishes
K x