Orphan in Limbo

Vows

--- Few Hours Later ---

The wee hours of the day progressed, it was getting darker and darker. The Howards and Elsa and Massimo eventually went shopping, in order to buy a birthday present for the love child. They examined the store as the parents of the orphan didn't want to buy and give their daughter something big and excessively exquisite. All they hankered was to give her something simple and amorously in the same time. Something which might be a humble, miniature, nonetheless memorable. Something bewitching her heart at first thing even if it's not the best thing they might give her as a present. The Howards bought set of studs silver sapphire and silver with sapphire gem necklace, whereas the other married couple bought for her something different. A handful of gramophone disks with vintage songs which Elsa bets Odette is going to like.

After the middle-aged adults finished with shopping, they got back in their reserved hotel rooms.

Once Jude and Timothy were in their booked hotel room, the blonde stripped off almost garment of hers, in order to dress up herself in something more casual, reckless whilst Timothy sat on the leather ottoman, watching his wife by the way she was taking off her garments and kicking off her stilettos. She can tell, he was indeed obsessed with supervising her.

"Aren't ya actually sick and tired of me?" The former sister of the church questioned by chewing her bottom lip once she was researching her suitcase for some of her stored garments such as an amber cotton cardigan with a mere white tank top and pair of denim dark jeans, layering her still drop-dead gorgeous legs for a middle-aged lady. She was wandering yet in the room by wearing nothing than her lacy lingerie.

"Of course, I'm not, rare bird! Why you'd think of such ridiculous thing especially crossing your train of thoughts?" The former man of the cloth heaved a mellow inhale by ushering Jude to come and sit on his lap as she rummaged in her suitcase by finding practical clothes at last. A beaming, optimistic smile distorted across his lips by admiring his wife's ethereal beauty. His chocolate brown eyes followed each graceful motion of her muscles, body language and manners. 

"It has been almost 2 decades even more since we're together and I'm somewhat certain you'd get tired of me by this time." The blonde declared pessimistically by lightly sniffling, almost incapable of halting her storm of emotions that shook her mind like an earthquake by putting on her practical, ordinary white tank top, hugging her slender torso, outlining her round, full breasts. "It's matter of time. I'm not special at all though Odette is a special girl and she deserves the world, honey!" She furthered by wiping her shed crystal tears.

"Shu, shu, shu, my rara avis! Don't talk like that!" He pat his lap by maneuvering her to sit on his lap as she seated on his hips obediantly, docilely by burying her head in the crook of his neck for a split second. The former nun threw her arms by bracing his neck as her cat hazelish-brown eyes were fixed on his chocolate brown. Hazel meets chocolate. He had his hands on her waist, rubbing her spine by opting to comfort her. "Do you remember our vow on our wedding ceremony? I mean we're just married." 

"I do!" She humbly nodded her head, affirming his words as he lifted up one of his mammoth, veiny hands to wipe her tears which gushed down her creamy, pale cheeks.

"I'll never get tired of you, no matter how wrinkled is your face. How hoar is your hair! Whatever you wear even the trashiest clothes or your hair is messier than a bush." The younger man radiantly, charmingly smiled to her by trying to persuade her as her sniffles ebbed in the limbo, rubbing her spine yet as his fingers kneaded gently her tank top's fabric as she wasn't ready with her dressing up process yet.