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fierce sound of angry thunder and great bolts of lightning racing through the skies. Staring out of Grey’s kitchen window, Ivy sipped on a cup of green tea and listened to her fiancé talk to his best man on the phone in the next room. It seemed that Lawrence, Grey’s fraternity brother and old roommate from college would not be able to make it to the wedding. He would be stuck in Okinawa on duty and unable to leave the base. In less than an hour of discussion, Grey had already offered to fly him over, pay for his time off of work and speak with his General, none of which was possible. Finally rejected and disappointed, he hung up the phone and joined Ivy in the kitchen.

“With the date change, he can’t make it,” he said opening the refrigerator and looking blankly into the box.

“I heard.” Seeing his sudden mood change, she walked over, wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his back. “It’ll be okay.”

“This is getting to be such a hassle.” He finally closed the refrigerator door and turned around to look at Ivy glowing as usual with morning glory. “I’m just ready to get this over with.” He hugged her gently feeling the babies kicking in her stomach.

“Well, I’m ready to get these grown men out of me.” She pulled away and pulled up her shirt. “Look, you can see one of them moving around.”

Grey bent down and looked marveling at the miracle of life. “Ain’t that something?” For a moment Nicola crossed his mind, and he again wondered if the children Ivy were carrying were actually his. “Don’t you want to crawl back in the bed and watch the idiotic underprivileged tell the entire world who they’ve slept with. I’m still in my flannel.” He tried to shake off his early morning melancholy. After all, Nicola was gone away and everything seemed to be back to normal. Plus, he had been the one with Ivy when they found out the sex of the twins.

“I thought you had to go to work?”

“Nope. I’m yours all day.” Sliding his fingers over the phone, he turned off the ringer.

“Good.” A weak smile appeared. “I am sort of tired still. I didn’t sleep much at all last night. We can watch Jerry Springer, order pizza from Papa John’s and sleep in.” She loved the time that they spent together alone from the world, because it was then that she saw Grey’s true good nature.

“Pizza this early in the morning?”

“It’s 10:30. They’re open.” Walking out of the kitchen, she led Grey behind her up the stairs to the bedroom. “Come on, old man. Let me have my way for a while.”

“When have you ever stopped getting your way?”

Nicola had been gone nearly a week and slowly Ivy was able to redirect her attention to her reunited family, her wedding and most of all herself. Although late nights were spent thinking about how he must be doing, days were spent picking out last minute decorations for the wedding, talking with the caterer and sending out invitations. With less than three months to go before she was Mrs. Ivy Henderson, there were so many plans to finalize along with finishing school.

Being at home with Grey the entire week had been a relief. They had not argued once and on the occasion Grey would do something special like bring home her favorite movie and cook dinner or whisper something special in her ear. Just the night before, he washed her hair and gave her a warm milk bath filled with red rose petals. Then he gave her a full body massage, which instantly put her to sleep.

Even as willing as Grey was to please her during her pregnancy, he was still ever distant sexually. They hadn’t been together in over a month, and he had given no indication that that he would touch her anytime soon. When they discussed his issues, he always said that he didn’t want to hurt her, but Ivy knew that he was not attracted to her the way he used to be. And it hurt her deep inside. Nevertheless, Grey still confessed his undying love for her and swore that he was always faithful. This reassurance pacified her for the moment, and she was left to cope with being alone.

Chapter Twenty-One:

I Miss You

Chapter 21

I Miss You

Sitting on the dock with his white linen pants rolled up, his white shirt off and his feet kicking in the warm water, Nicola allowed the sun to beat down on his body giving him a soft tan. His eyes were fixed on the small fish that swam past him, but his mind was fixed on Ivy and the indelibly defined image of her graceful body stretched out across his bed laughing infectiously as he kissed her all over.

He had awakened nearly an hour before sunrise and driven down to see his father’s new yacht, only to discover that it was not at the dock. Wasting away time, he sat down to test the water with his feet as he did as child and couldn’t seem to get up for nearly four hours except to walk back down the gravel road to his father’s car to retrieve a six pack of beer out of the cooler in the trunk.

Several minutes later, he noticed his father’s yacht docking and a couple locked hand-in-hand headed his way. He stood up and dusted himself off.

“Santo is that you?” Nicola said taking off his shades.

“Who else would it be?” the young man asked hugging his only brother.

“How are you Santo?” Nicola never looked at the woman who stood attentively awaiting some type of greeting.

“Fine, how are you?” Santo’s eyes met his brothers for a moment before he returned his attention to the woman. “Arin, aren’t you going to say hello to Nico?”

“Yes,” Arin said extending her hand. “How are you, Nicola?” Her blue eyes sparkled and yet twitched