Behind The Mask

Chapter 72

Anouk's POV

We left the party by a golf cart. So whatever Michael has planned happens in Neverland. Of course, we didn't get to leave until mom threw her wedding bouquet, which – surprise, surprise! – I caught. Then mom and Wayne climbed into a white limousine which will take them to the airport and on to their honeymoon.

"Say, Michael, where are we sending mom and Wayne on their honeymoon?" I ask for the fifth time, I guess.

Yes, the honeymoon is our joint wedding gift – although the only thing I contributed was doing the talking with the travel agent over the phone.

"Bora-Bora. They will have their private little island with a bungalow and not a soul in sight to disturb them."

"That sounds like the honeymoon you'd like to plan for us. Alas, it won't be."

"Why not?"

"It's not called a honeymoon with a baby in tow. It's called family holiday."

"Semantics, baby...It will be great, once Baby Applehead is old enough to travel."

"It's all about the development of the inner ear. You know, where the sense of balance is. So, if the inner ear is fully formed, babies can go up in planes safely. Aaand, for some people that inner ear doesn't seem to have formed at all – WATCH OUT, MICHAEL!"

He was looking at me, I was looking at him and we both had that sense of expectancy before you get to play hokey-pokey between the sheets, that we didn't see the alley turn left. Our golf cart kept driving straight ahead and we nearly messed up a beautiful flower bed. But just nearly.

"Eyes on the road and off the goods till we reach whatever place you have in mind, Michael."

I have to admit, my pregnancy enlarged breasts have enjoyed lots of attention from my husband lately.

Michael stopped the cart altogether and had his face in his palms.

"Oh my God! What have I done? What have I nearly done??? All the efforts to keep you safe during this time....and like an idiot I nearly cause a car accident!"

"Mike...baby...there was no accident. This is not a car, technically. And this is not a public road. Worst case scenario, we would have crushed those lovely pansies. And that would have been quite a pity...but look ahead, it's flat land and grass. So, no danger, Okay?"

After a bit of reasoning, Michael snapped out of that panicky mood and agreed to let me drive and give me directions.

"Now turn right....and we go straight ahead...."

And ahead we went for a while, until we reached something that looked like a miniature castle.

"What is this?"

"A guesthouse I had made for Elizabeth Taylor when she came to spend time with me, before she got married."

"She spent a lot of time here?"

"Uh, yeah, quite a lot. We had lots of walks and talks...there were rumors that I wanted to marry her and that she married so unexpectedly to get rid of my insistent proposals..."

"Yada-yada, garbage to the bin. So, this is where we spend our own little honeymoon?"

"I realized that you didn't get to have one and...uh...I have made some special preparations in there..."

"Indeed, husband dear!"

I was super curious what he had planned. Usually, when he gets so awkward in speech, it's something sexy bordering kinky. I love how he has this like split personalities – such a rich erotic imagination, and a prim and conservative outlook once he is not in lover mood.