Your Interest At Heart

Chapter 18: Honeymoon

We spent time exploring the house. I changed from my white dress to a more comfortable grey and green one.

We then when to the Lake to explore. When we got there, the sun was still high in the sky.

"Have you ever been to Lake Ontario?" Samuel asked, staring out across the water.

"We don't travel." I shook my head.

"I have!" He exclaimed gleefully. "I was at Lake Erie and while ago."

"That's nice." I grinned, distantly studying a heron. We then began walking along the shoreline.

"York loves the water." He sighed.

"Does Paris?" I asked.

"I don't know." He scrunched up his face. "I haven't seen her in years."

"She's cute." I commented.

"York was excited to see her." He smiled softly.

"When did you get them?" I asked, looking at him.

"I... I would say about five years ago." He told me slowly. "Right before I left England."

"I should get a dog." I murmured, recalling the conversation we had a long time ago.

"We." Samuel corrected me. "We're married."

"Does it feel weird to say?" I asked, grinning.

"It does." He nodded quickly, a reddish-brown strand of hair falling onto his forehead. "No!"

"I can fix it!" I exclaimed, taking his hand and leading him to the water.

"What are you doing?" He asked, eyeing me carefully.

"You'll see." I told him smugly as I dipped my hand into the water and brought it towards his hair.

"Nonononono." He backed up. "Tell me!"

"You'll see!" I pressed.

"You're gonna put the water in my hair to hold it in place for awhile." He sighed.

"Precisely." I nodded, smoothing the fallen strand back into his neatly combed majority. He's a bit taller than me, so he had to kneel down a little bit. When I was done, he came back up and kissed my cheek and I felt my face go warm and stomach turn.

"Thanks." He smiled. I pecked his lips gently. His face flushed.

"Still not used to it?" I laughed. He shook his head, face still red.

We spent another few hours outside before deciding to go back and eat.

"What's your pleasure?" I asked, browsing the kitchen.

"Do you ever make food?" Samuel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Jane taught me a few recipes!" I claimed.

"I cook myself food every day!" Samuel went through the kitchens contents as well.

"I found beef." He declared. I had found vegitables and potatoes.

"What does this make...?" I asked, looking over the food.

"Shepherd's pie?" Samuel suggested. I nodded. "I'll do the cutting."

"Why not me?" I put my hands on my hips.

"Because I would feel guilty if the knife slipped when you're cutting." He explained, pulling out a large knife and began chopping the vegitables and potatoes. I decided to ready the beef.

When he was done cutting, we put the ingredients together and left it to cook.

"I've never cooked without Jane." I told my husband.

"I've never cooked with my wife." He grinned at me.

After awhile, the shepherd's pie was finally done. We plated ourselves and sat down opposite of eachother at the table.

"Let's see if this actually turned out." He glanced at me, stabbing a piece of food with his fork. I copied his movements and we, at the same time, put it in our mouths.

"I mean, Jane didn't make it." I said slowly. Samuel nodded in agreement, taking another bite.

"It's not bad." He shrugged.

"It's not bad." I agreed. As it turned out, Jane is a much better cook than me. Terri would probably be a better cook than me. Honestly, the only good part of the meal we made was Samuel's vegitables. I did out salt and other seasonings into the meat, but the vegitables were better in my opinion.