The New Beginning: Nunsignor Book I

Ireland 2

As soon as Timothy and Jude booked a room in the nearest hotel for 48 hours until tomorrow afternoon as their flight to Boston is at 6 o'clock in the evening, the couple can rest after their exhausting, long flight at last.

Jude just laid down to nap under the silk blanket on the king-sized bed, whilst Timothy was reading a magazine. When he told his wife about his promise to phone Valerie and how are the children, he actually thought of calling her later on, as a result of the difference in the time zones between Ireland and the USA.

The magazine he was reading as his eyeglasses were on his nose tip as he was sitting on a chair, was actually about unsolved mysteries that grabbed instantly his attention from first sight. The sun rays that swept in the opened curtains window, illuminated the vintage hotel room that was located on 4th floor.

Furthermore, the hotel room that they had reserved was posh one. With three chairs encircling a round table, night stands from both sides of the king-sized bed, a wardrobe that stood next to the French window with open curtains. Two abstract, alluring pictures hanging on the Bordeaux red walls. A porcelain floral vase stumbled on the right night stand with artificial Bordeaux roses that ideally matched with the room's walls. There was an en-suite-bathroom and a balcony. An unplugged retro red radio laid on the round table. Right in the middle. A retro phone laid on the left night stand. The room wasn't that large at all. It can be portrayed rather as a spacious, snug and comfortable enough for a couple in love or just two people. Like Howards for example.

The atmosphere was more than serene. Serene, in fact far away from the problems and bigger crowds. Whereas, on other hand, they hadn't the same feeling like they are in Boston with their friends and children. There was a ginormous difference between their trip to Dublin and their hometown Boston. A ginormous difference.

Howsoever, they were having a great time at Dublin.

Once he peeped over his magazine to look at his unconscious wife, whose faint snore floated in the silent room. His peep over turned into a stare with drastically growing smile on his shining face. He adored so much to watch how his wife was sweetly sleeping, despite the slightly exasperating snooring sounds that had hurted his ears.

When his eyelids built its heavier ounce, he determined himself to take a nap as he left the magazine on the round table, taking off his eyeglasses, walking up to the large bed as he kicked off his shoes, joining his asleep wife, laying against her back, clasping his big, muscular arms around her waist as their distances diminished. Her flowery hair's scent reached his nostrils, intoxicating his body with her fragrance that left abundance of traces which will never dare to leave him. Since it's his right hand, his rare bird, his wife, the love of his life that he have already devoted to.

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In the interim, the young maid slept on the king-sized bed where the couple always slept and napped, as she didn't have a lot of choice, besides the idea of sleeping on the couch downstairs wasn't a good idea either too. She wore nothing special but her panties that covered her bare, slender body under the silky blanket that blanketed every inch of her creaminess. As an addition, the another reason why slept en-suite bedroom to the children's room was to be aware in case if either of the twins or both commence to cry, squeal or joggle their bassinets.

Little before bed, she had the opportunity to call her partner Velika and her daughter within a few minutes to hear them, speaking to one another about daily, cliché stuff.

"It's amazing to sleep here. It's so spacious unlike my bed." The red-haired maid thought to herself as she was ultimately alone with her thoughts.

 

She really liked Howards' king-sized bed, besides their house. Furthermore, she was a splendid housekeeper and babysitter. She was doing her work with immense passion and enthusiasm.