Norrington's Darling

Honeymoon Breakfast

POV: Zuri Norrington

I woke to find myself alone in bed. I stayed still for a few moments, trying to get a read on how my body felt, how it had handled last night's experience.

Our lovemaking had been soft and sweet, a pleasure beyond anything I had possibly envisioned or thought to pass in all the years James and I had been together. But staring up at the ceiling, I wondered if my body still thought it was as gentle as it had seemed to have been during.

Smells wafted through the air, the taste of breakfast on my tongue. I sat up, no longer caring I was not covered, stretching. I wrapped a thin robe I found in a drawer about myself and went to the small kitchen, where I found various pots and pans laid out on the table. Smoke drifted through the open doorway, likely from the cook fire outside.

James stood at the cabinets with his back to me, murmuring softly to himself, once again wearing his uniform pants. 

I leaned on the table. "Good morning," I said softly.

There was a smile on his face when James turned. "Hello, my dear," he said, joining me. He kissed me softly, his arms wrapping about my waist. "Feeling alright?"

"I've yet to decide," I admitted, "though I suppose it's good I can walk properly."

James's smile hitched. "Was I that rough?"

"No, no! Not at all! At least I don't think."

James kissed the top of my head. "Well, we've got the rest of our lives to figure it out," he murmured into my ear. I smiled against his shoulder. After several moments, we let go and James returned to the countertop. "I'm working on breakfast."

"Mmm, I can smell it."

"And?"

"It smells heavenly."

He grinned. "Good, because I haven't the faintest idea of what I'm supposed to be doing."

Laughing, I joined him. Together we worked on a breakfast that would keep us happy until we returned to Malta. Later in the day, we would be going to Gozo, a nearby island, and we would stay there for four days for our honeymoon. Barbossa and the crew had agreed to stay, as well as James's crew, so that we would be able to leave when our honeymoon was over.

Truth to be told, I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue my travels with Barbossa and the others...or if I would go back to Port Royal with James. I wanted to stay with my beloved. But I wasn't sure if that was a choice I had before me.