Wildflower (30 page)

“Now it is time for you to open my gift to
you Abby dear heart,” smiled Hazel as she passed a well wrapped box
to Abby.

“So this is what kept you from my side for so
long my mysterious one,” mused Abby as she began to untie the
ribbons. “At last your deepest secret will be revealed for all to
see.”

“And your curiosity will finally be
satisfied,” laughed Hazel. “Come on, stop dragging it out.”

“Anticipation is half the fun,” grinned Abby
as she opened the box.

“I’m glad you feel that way sweetheart,”
grinned Hazel as Abby pulled another well wrapped package out of
the first one.

“Oh you absolute brat,” laughed Abby as she
swiftly tore open the second package.

Tears of wonder sprang to her eyes as she
found the book inside the wrapping. Hazel had published another
book of photographs. Abby loving stroked the cover with a tear in
her eye. “Wildflowers of Jamaica Point, a photographic essay by
Hazel MacKai.” There was a picture of Abby in her long flowing
skirt, standing in a field of brilliantly colored wildflowers,
hanging out her laundry. The breeze was blowing her golden hair
back and Hubby was chasing something in the background. The flowers
around her feet were bright reds, golds, yellows, and oranges and
Abby looked completely at home in their midst.

Abby opened the book and found the
inscription inside. “To my favorite Wildflower, I will love you
always and forever. Hazel MacKai.”

“Hazel MacKai?” asked Walton as he peeked
over Abby’s shoulder.

“My name change came through a few weeks ago
Dad.”

“Hazel,” sniffed Abby as she raised her eyes
from the book to Hazel.

“Yes my sweet?”

“This is the most awesome thing anyone has
ever done for me ever.”

“Are you pleased my love?”

“Thrilled beyond belief,” replied Abby, tears
of joy leaking from her eyes as she spoke.

“Say it like you mean it,” grinned Hazel.

Abby slipped her arms around Hazel’s neck and
kissed her deeply. This time the cheering section was unable to
cause her to let go. Abby held the kiss until Hazel had completely
melted into her arms. “I am thrilled to pieces my love,” she
breathed as their lips parted.

“Oh dear gods Abby,” sighed Hazel, “it really
fogs up my eyeballs when you do that.”

“Really?” asked Abby, mischief clear in her
voice. “Then I shall have to do it more often.”

“Oh my,” breathed Hazel, “life is good to
me.”

* * * * *

It was late evening and they were driving
back to Jamaica Point from the airport. They had spent their
wedding night and two more following in the Battery Hotel and Abby
had seen to it that everywhere they went Hazel was treated royally.
From there they had flown to Montreal where they shopped until
Hazel was getting dizzy from spending all that money. She now had a
wealth of new clothes and they were of a quality and cut she had
only been able to dream of before. Finally they had packed it all
up and headed for home. Hazel was shocked at what Abby had to pay
in extra freight charges, but Abby didn’t seem to care. She said
they were only ever going to have one honeymoon and the cost didn’t
count.

Starlight seemed to light up the world and
dance on the water as they topped the hill and looked down onto
their own house below. “My, that’s a beautiful sight,” sighed Abby
as she looked down onto the house from her vantage point in the
passenger’s seat. “I didn’t truly realize until Harry gave me that
darned card, just how much of a hold Newfoundland had on me. I was
suddenly terrified at the prospect of being uprooted again.”

“It will never happen,” smiled Hazel as she
patted Abby’s hand, “I won’t allow it. This is your natural home
Abby my little wildflower, this is where you belong.”

“Our home,” corrected Abby gently. “Where we
belong; after all, every flower needs a gardener to tend her. Come
on now Hazel my sweet, take me home.”

“With undying pleasure my love,” smiled Hazel
as she put the car back into gear and headed down the hill toward
the house where the glowing lights were calling a welcome to
wayward travelers.

“Hello the house,” called Hazel as she
stepped through the kitchen door. Hubby was bounding all around
Abby trying to lick her face and get his belly scratched at the
same time.

“Greetings weary travelers,” sang Wanda as
she rose from the table where she’d been working on a crossword
puzzle, “want some help?”

“Love some help,” laughed Abby as she hugged
Wanda and Hazel hugged Hubby. Soon they had all the bags inside and
Wanda was pouring tea while they took turns telling her about their
shopping trip to Montreal.

“Next time I go I’m taking you girls with
me,” laughed Wanda. “You know all the great places to shop. Well,
I’ll leave you to it ladies; I must away to home for I have left my
own hubby on his own far too long.”

“Oh yes my dear,” laughed Abby. “There is no
telling what sort of mischief he has gotten into by now.”

“Exactly,” grinned Wanda as she stepped
through the door and into the crisp night air.

“That air is nippy tonight,” sighed Abby as
they carried their bags up the stairs to the bedroom. “I think
another wool blanket is in order.”

“Yes my love,” smiled Hazel as she put down
her suitcase and took Abby in her arms, kissing her deeply. “We
must stay warm.”

“Oh yes, we must stay warm,” breathed Abby
softly. “Honey, do you know what tonight is?”

“The second week’s anniversary of our
wedding?”

“Besides that. Do you know what makes tonight
so very special to me?”

“No lover,” replied a puzzled Hazel, “tell
me.”

“I don’t ever have to take you back again,”
replied Abby softly as she kissed Hazel again. “I truly get to keep
you this time.”

“Yes my golden goddess, this time I will
stay. I will not leave you ever again.”

“Promise?”

“I promise sweetheart.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“I promise,” repeated Hazel softly as she
pulled Abby closer and kissed her passionately. Hazel’s strong
hands began to explore Abby’s curves under her sweater and her
thigh pushed between Abby’s.

“Oh gods, I love it when you talk like that,”
whispered Abby as their lips slowly parted. “Do it again.”

“I can’t Abby,” sighed Hazel, “my knees are
too weak and my eyeballs are all fogged up.”

“Then I’ll do it for you,” breathed Abby. She
slid her arms around Hazel’s neck and lifted her lips to Hazels. As
they kissed, Abby let her delicate fingers slide down and grasp the
zipper to Hazel’s dress, dragging it ever so slowly downward. As
the dress fell to the floor Abby’s hands began to explore Hazel’s
athletic curves. Suddenly Abby stepped out of Hazel’s arms and
slipped swiftly out of her clothes. “I’ll be in here warming the
sheets if you need me for anything,” she said with a saucy grin as
she dove under the sheets.

“Oh god be good to me,” sighed Hazel as she
stripped off the rest of her clothes and followed Abby under the
covers.

Once again Hazel awakened to the soft sounds
of Abby’s breathing and the warmth of Abby’s body in her arms. It
was light outside, but the sun had not yet risen. Cuddling Abby
closer, Hazel remarked on her great good fortune. “Penny,”
whispered a sleepy voice from somewhere near Hazel’s breasts.

“Was I thinking too loud?”

“Yes love,” giggled Abby.

Again Hazel marveled at how this woman always
seemed to wake up in a good mood. “I was just remarking on my great
good fortune sweetie,” she smiled as she lightly kissed the top of
Abby’s head. “This time last year I had caught a few glimpses of
you and was trying to discover if you were actually real or a
figment of my imagination. Now here you are in my arms and all is
perfect in my world.”

“Awe, you sweet thing,” purred Abby as she
kissed the hollow between Hazel’s breasts.

Suddenly Hazel’s attention was caught by a
large wriggling body near the bed. Hubby was doing the pee-pee
dance and he was getting more and more agitated. “Oh dear, does the
man need to do his morning rounds?” asked Hazel as she gracefully
rose from the bed and swept up her robe. With a sharp bark the dog
raced ahead of her down the stairs. Stepping into her slippers
Hazel followed him down and threw open the door.

Hubby raced away into the cold frosty air and
disappeared around the side of the house. Hazel pulled her robe
tighter and stood in the open doorway, drinking deeply of the crisp
air. Suddenly loving arms encircled her waist from behind and
hugged her. “Isn’t it just a perfect morning?” asked Abby with that
thousand watt smile as Hazel turned in her arms to face her.

“Yes it is my love,” replied Hazel softly as
she gazed into Abby crystal blue eyes.

“Say it like you mean it,” encouraged Abby as
she lifted her lips to Hazel’s.

“Oh god, life is good to me,” thought Hazel
as she held Abby close and kissed her deeply. As the kiss ended
gently they stood arm in arm and gazed out across the frost covered
field to the ocean with its timeless assault on the shore, and each
rejoiced in the sure knowledge that their love was as deep and
timeless as the ocean that gently whispered of all the long loving
years to come.

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About the
author:
I am a self styled Norse pagan, dog trainer,
official Reiki Master and Interior designer, who has turned her
hand to writing from time to time. I am also an avid chess player,
not a great one, but an avid one.

I have roamed far and wide for over sixty
years in this realm, and I have seen much; some I wish I had not,
and a great deal that I would love to see again. Some days I feel
like Bilbo Baggins, for I have been there and come back again. No,
I haven’t written a book about my wanderings, but much that I have
experienced, observed, learned, surmised, or imagined, is woven
into the tales I have written. I do hope you enjoy them.

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