No Way Out [Book 3]

Chapter 4 - Thin Walls

***Bea's POV

"Look at this view, Harry! It's absolutely amazing," I say in awe while taking in the scenery from our tenth-floor hotel room's window. "C'mere, Babe. Check it out."

"I'm a tad busy, Love," he grunts and I hear a heavy thud followed by a curse word. "Could you help me?"

"Oh yeah, of course," I giggle, rushing over and I take the bags from his hands. "Sorry, I just got caught up in this place."

Harry gives a polite nod and I can tell he's not too thrilled right now. Our bus ride from the airport was crowded and I learned in the elevator that the bellhop was apparently flirting with me, so that's why we carried our own luggage.

My jealous husband. He's adorable.

Once everything's inside our room, Harry shuts and locks the door and we both sigh dramatically.

"Can you believe we're here?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist and I rest my head against his chest.

"Mhm, I'm so happy we decided to come here," he says, smoothing his hands on my back and I feel him press a kiss on my head. "Happy ten years of wedded bliss, Beatrice."

Leaning back, I smile at my husband and he cups my cheeks with his hands. In this moment, this tired and travel-worn moment, I think I've fallen in love with my husband all over again.

"Happy ten wonderful years, Harry. I love you so so much."

"I love you, Bea, so much," he murmurs, closing his eyes and he leans more into my body.

"Are you falling asleep on me in this beautiful moment?"

"Yeah," he smiles sheepishly. "What do you say we nap off some jet lag then go have dinner at a very authentic and romantic Italian restaurant?"

"That," I peck his lips, "sounds," I peck his lips again, this time earning a smirk, "wonderful."

It's a few minutes later, after Harry and I have changed into our pajamas and brushed our teeth that we're finally in the luxurious King size bed.

The plush pillows and puffy comforter make it feel like we're laying on a cloud and I can't help but smile. I'm so incredibly happy because I'm in the beautiful city of Venice with my husband to celebrate our ten years of marriage.

Harry and I have gone through so much, both wonderful and extremely challenging, and we deserve this vacation.

Last year, Harry was made head of the Art department at the high school which meant a pay raise, but it also meant more responsibility. Even though Mike, his assistant, has been a tremendous help, it's still a stressful and time-consuming job.

As for me, I have the best job on the planet. It's going on two years now that I've been a stay-at-home mom and I love it. I still write and submit my piano compositions when I can, but there aren't any stressful deadlines and I do it for fun.

If I had to give myself a job title, it would be a combination of wife, mother and caretaker. Janelle requires constant attention, but I wouldn't trade the time I get to spend with her for anything.

I'm a proud wife and mommy and I know that I'm lucky.

Sighing, I turn onto my side and smile at the sight of my sleeping husband. He's out like a light and snoring his little nose off, but I can't blame him for being exhausted since he didn't sleep well on the plane.

I wish he didn't have those nightmares. I feel so bad. He's right, Bea. We need to get back into counseling to fix this. Damn. I hate when he's right.