This Love is Ours

Chapter 34: Mysteriously Intriguing

{Patrick}

I roll over in bed, and force my eyelids open.

Bright sunlight streams through the window in the bedroom, and the sound of a few birds chirping can be heard.

The air is warm and hazed.

I look beside me, and notice that Abigail is not there.

She must already be awake.

I blink a few times, clearing my vision.

I glance at the clock.

10:00 AM.

It's Tuesday, August 23.

Abigail and I arrived to the Big Island of Hawaii, yesterday afternoon.

Today is our first full day of the trip.

Our honeymoon.

I still can't believe Abby and I are officially married.

The wedding was sick.

I had a blast, and it was definitely the ideal wedding.

Abigail looked so beautiful, I can't even get over it.

Three days later, and this is where I am.

Vacationing with the love of my life.

After a few minutes, I force myself out of bed.

The bedroom is a good size, with a full bathroom in the corner.

It is on the upper level of the beach-house, and has a balcony that looks over the private beach.

I slide open the door onto the balcony, and step onto it.

I close my eyes, as I soak in the sun.

The sky is blue and the sun is shining.

The weather is perfect here.

This is only my second time on this island, and it is pure paradise.

The waves lap the shore lightly, the tide moving in and out.

I head back inside, changing into a pair of Hurley black swim trunks, and a blue t-shirt.

I open the door to the bedroom, and the smell of pancakes and bacon immediately greets me.

I make my way downstairs, and see Abigail at the stove, clearly cooking something for breakfast.

I smile, crossing the floor of the beach-house towards the kitchen.

Abby's back is facing me, and she wears jean short shorts and a grey shirt.

Her hair is in a loose bun.

I walk over to her, and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her cheek gently.

She giggles, tilting her head towards the side that I am kissing her on.

She's ticklish.

I laugh, as she continues giggling.

"That looks good," I say, resting my chin on her shoulder.

She has a few eggs on the pan.

She moves them around slightly, with her spatula.

"I'm glad you think so." She giggles, putting her spatula down for a second.

She turns around, and looks up at me.

Her light brown eyes reflect myself in them, and she stares up at me, a small smile on her face.