Settling in Seattle

Chapter 31- Date Night

The car came to a stop, but Rachel still didn't know where they were going. The journey wasn't too long, but she couldn't see anything through the blacked-out windows. They were both still sat in the back of the car when both doors flew open to two chauffeurs. Mike watched Rachel's face contort at the hospitality, and they both stepped out of the car, reuniting around her side, holding hands.

"I think I can tell you now," He said into Rachel's ear, as they walked towards the big entrance. She was gripping tightly to his hand, shivering slightly, "We are going to watch the ballet, and then we are going to go out for dinner, and to top it all off, I've booked a hotel suite to check into after all of it."

"Are you kidding? You hate the ballet?" They got inside, and Rachel was looking around at all the grand staircases, it forced her to smile in awe.

"I do, but you love it. All I have to do is try not to fall asleep for an hour and a half, then I get food!" Mike laughed and turned to face his wife.

"You didn't have to do this."

"Oh, I did, and you're going to love it. I got us a box, it starts in ten minutes. Do you want anything before we go in?"

"I want a kiss." She said dazed, drowning in the love she felt for her husband.

"I can do that." He took Rachel and kissed her gently, slowly. She enjoyed every second of their public affection, but Mike stopped it before it went down a different road.

"Thank you." She weighted on his arm and they walked towards the theatre entrance, Mike mumbled something to the doorman, and they were directed towards another side of the theatre.

"You deserve so much more than this." He pulled the door and Rachel wandered in, her eyes widened as she looked around. There was a perfect view of the stage, and a beautiful set up for her and Mike to sit. She went up to the edge and peered over like a small child, realising how good the seats were. She smiled and turned back to Mike, who was pouring some yellowy, bubbly substance into two glasses.

"Mike, you know I can't drink champagne right? I'm still breastfeeding."

"I know, it hasn't got any alcohol in it." She smiled at him and sat down delicately, swiping her dress in so it didn't take up too much space.

"Woah, I feel really classy, I haven't felt like this since... Since our wedding."

"What a night. This one will be unforgettable too, don't you worry." Mike walked over with two champagne flutes, he set them on the little table and sat back in the seat.

"Oh great!" She moved her hips, so they locked into a familiar position, her torso leant into Mike's. He moved his arm, it brushed her shoulder and wrapped around, his hand was on her waist. Mike took the flutes when the curtains began to move, and they toasted just as the show started.

Mike managed to get himself through the whole ballet without falling asleep, he'd found comfort in watching Rachel's face instead of the actual stage. It was beautiful, and she had caught on, but ignored it.

"Off to the restaurant we go! Did you enjoy it?" They linked arms as they left and went right, down the street that was lit by hundreds of street lights.

"You must know I did, watching me for that long!" She joked, knowing he thought he'd got away with it.

"Well yeah, if I was going to stay awake I thought I should look at something that really interested me." They both laughed as he guided her towards a restaurant.

"Ooh, so this is the one you chose." She gestured to the sign on the glass.

"Yes, is it posh enough for you?" Mike joked and looked at Rachel, whose body was glowing underneath the fluorescent lights.