A Boston Valentine

Title: A Boston Valentine

Rating NC-17 If you are underage go away now. Please.

Pairing: Edward and Jasper

Word Count: 5374

Tags: fic, AH, non-canon, slash, romance

Prompt(s): Our First Valentine’s Day

Warnings:Swearing, boysex, dirty talk, boysex, voyeurism

Summary: Jasper wants his first Valentine’s Day with Edward to be perfect.

Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended.

Author’s Note: Pre-read by the lovely OCDJen & beta’d Mrs. Aggett.



This was one of my entries for the No Stress Love Fest which was hosted by otta_ffn and naelany





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Valentine’s Day is in a month and I have no idea what to do for Edward, or what to get him. This is our first Valentine’s Day as a couple, and it needs to be perfect. That leaves me with two options: call Edward’s best friend Rosalie or call his sister Alice. Rosalie wins, hands down. She's become a great friend and supporter of Edward and I. Alice, on the other hand, well, she's never really warmed up to me. She always looks at me like she thinks I'm going to hurt him. It may be because of her own past and the pain she’s dealt with. She knows how it feels to be devastated, to be broken. She’s lived with the nightmares and the sleepless nights. The fact that she harbors bad feelings is understandable, to a point. Edward and I love each other and are committed to making our relationship work. The bond we have is so much stronger than we ever could have imagined. Yet, Alice doesn't see that. That's why I'm going to Rose. She'll know what to do.



Edward is at class and not due home for another four hours. Plenty of time for me to drive over and talk to Rose. It's a quick ride from our home to hers. Edward's desire to stay in the Concord area hadn't left us with many options regarding housing, if we wanted out of an apartment that is. We lucked out and managed to find the perfect place in West Concord. It's a Victorian house that was converted into condos a few years ago. It's got three units, all of which have garage parking. We have the top floor. It has high ceilings and original wood flooring. It's gorgeous and quickly became home to the two of us. The location puts us about three miles from Emmett and Rose's house and about five from Alice’s apartment.



Pulling into the Rose’s driveway, I spot Esme's car parked in front of the garage. Huh, wonder what Edward’s mom is doing here. Maybe I should have called first. As I approach the front door I pause, Rose wouldn't mind if I just walked in; but with Esme here I'm not willing to risk barging in on a personal conversation. So, that leaves me one option. Pulling out my cell phone, I send Rose a text message.



At the front door. Don't want to interrupt. Do you have a minute or should I come back later?



No sooner had I hit send then I heard Rose's voice yelling from inside.



"Get your ass back here, Whitlock," Esme's laughter can be heard in the background.



Flushing just a bit, I make my way to kitchen. She and Esme are sitting next to each other, staring at a small picture. Both have tears in their eyes. What the hell have I walked in to?



"Uh....I can come back later if this is a bad time....."



Esme shakes her head and dabs at her eyes as Rose just points to one of the open chairs.



"Sit, Whitlock."



Not wanting to upset her, I sit quietly and wait for her to lead the conversation. It takes a few moments, during which she and Esme sniffle and giggle of all things. Being a bit slow, it takes me a few minutes to realize they're crying happy tears. That makes me study the back of the picture they're staring at. It's not a normal 8x5 picture, this one is longer and curled at the edges and the paper seems a bit thinner than normal. Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!



My eyes flash up and meet Rose's watery gaze. She's beaming, her smile lighting the whole room with happiness. Of all the dumb luck, I've managed to barge in on Rose and Esme sharing an extremely personal moment. Talk about wanting the floor to open up and swallow you.



"Jasper," Rose says quietly, "you will not breathe a word of this to Edward. Understand?"



My head is nodding in agreement before she even finishes the question.



"I won't say a thing. I swear."



She smiles. "Good. Em and I were planning on telling the family tonight at dinner, but....well....Esme came by to take me to lunch and I just had to share. And now, well, now you know too....I just...I want to be the one to tell Edward."



She's crying again. Esme pulls her in for a hug as I reach over and take her hand in mine.



"Hey, it's okay, Rose. I won't say a word."



She nods and sniffles then straightens herself and regains her composure.



"Right, good. Okay then." Sniffle. "So, what exactly did you come by for, Jasper?" Rose asks.



Esme has cleaned up her tears and is sitting back in her chair, waiting for my response.



"Ah, well....I ah....I came to ask for help," I stammer out.



Esme smiles as Rose cocks an eyebrow at me. "Help with what, exactly?"



"Valentine’s Day. I want it to be special and I can't think of what to do. Help, please." I ask, looking at them both.



Rose smiles, but it's Esme that starts talking. "Do you have any ideas, dear? Or are you at a total loss?"



Laughing, I reply, "Well, I'd love to take him away, but with school and work that's not possible. I mean, we could do a weekend away I guess, but I still don't know the area well enough to know where to go."



Esme smiles again, pleased that I have given this at least some thought.



"How much do you want to spend?" Rose asks. Trust her to be blunt and to the point.



"Money really doesn't matter. I've got plenty from work. Did you have something in mind?"



Rose nods and looks at Esme. "The Boston Harbor Hotel."



"Oh, Rose....that's perfect!" Esme says, smiling.



Rose looks at me and says, "It's right on the harbor and has great views of the city. Emmett and I spent a weekend there two years ago. We had a suite with a balcony. It was very romantic."



Rose and Esme proceed to tell me more about the hotel and it's amenities. It sounds like the perfect place for Edward and I to spend a romantic weekend together. We grab Rose's laptop and log on to the hotel site and book a Greenway suite. My mind relaxes as soon as I receive the email confirmation. Now, is there anything else I want to plan while we're there, or do I want to let him decide? Checking out some of the local attractions, I find myself at the Celtic’s website. Turns out they’ll be in town that week and have tickets available. Without even thinking about it, I buy two tickets for seats for the game closest to Valentine’s Day. Edward loves the Celtic’s and we've not had the chance to get to any games yet this season.



There are a few other places I think he may want to go to, but if I really have my way, we won't be leaving the suite all that much.







Time seems to fly by and before I know it, it's the week of Valentine’s Day. Edward knows not to make any plans for the weekend, that much I told him, but he has no idea exactly what we're doing. Saturday dawns, bright and sunny. It's a beautiful day, not too cold, a crisp February day in New England. I surprise Edward with breakfast in bed, light fluffy pancakes with maple syrup, bacon, orange juice and fresh berries with cream. A single red rose in a bud vase and his card are included with the assortment of food.



Quietly walking into our bedroom, I place the tray of goodies on the bureau. Making my way to the bed, I take a moment to study my sleeping god. He is perfect. Pale peach colored flesh lying silken against the dark blue sheets. His hair, tousled and mussed gleaming auburn in the early morning light. His red lips are pursed as if awaiting a kiss. He is laying on his stomach, his firm ass covered by the smallest slip of cloth; it would be a crime to call it clothing. He's taken to wearing the most revealing underwear knowing they drive me crazy.



His left arm is curled under the pillow, his right is draped across the bed, resting where my body normally would lay. His fingers are gently curled in the sheets. As if sensing my presence, his hand begins to move, reaching across the bed, searching for me.



"Jas...." he mumbles, with his eyes still closed against the morning light.



"Right here, Edward."



"Come back to bed..." he asks, patting the bed next to him.



Laughing, I reply, "I will, but you need to sit up first."



He moans and buries his face in his pillow. "Don wanna." His voice is muffled by the pillow, but I catch what he says.



Laughing again, I say, "I have food......pancakes and bacon...."



He groans but rolls over and sits up. The promise of food, bacon especially, works every time.



Taking the tray, I walk over and place it across his lap before climbing into the bed with him. Leaning over, I kiss him once, on the cheek.



He grants me a sleepy smile as he reaches for a slice of bacon. He eyes the tray and spots his card. He looks at me and nods towards the card.



"May I open that now, or do I need to wait until after breakfast?"



Shrugging my shoulders to hide my nerves, I look at him and say, "Open it whenever you want, babe."



He squints at me as if trying to decipher my mood. With a small nod, he leaves the card on the tray and begins eating. He hums his approval of the flavors as he tucks in. We sit and eat, quietly talking about school and our families. Soon enough, the food is gone and all that remains is his card.



He gingerly lifts it off the tray and after a quick glance at me, he opens it. It's a simple card, the front adorned with an artistic drawing of a heart. Inside is a hand written note from me, as well as another envelope with the Celtic’s tickets and hotel reservation information. He sets the envelope down and reads the note first. My foot begins to twitch and bob as my nerves thrum. He is quiet as he reads the note, his face calm and smooth. He finishes the note and closes the card, resting it back on the tray. He raises his head and turns to look at me, tears pooling in his eyes. His left hand reaches up and gently traces my mouth as he leans in for a gentle kiss.



We part after a moment and he looks up at me. While there are tears in his eyes, it is the love that I see that overwhelms me.



"Jasper....." he stops and takes a breath. "That was beautiful. Thank you. I love you so much. Your words....I don't know what to say. Thank you."



With tears in my eyes, I lean forward and rest my forehead against his. "I meant every word. You are my life, my love, my heart."



We sit and gaze into each others eyes, lost in the love of the moment. Fingers tangle together, lips meet in brief tender kisses.



With a sigh, he leans back. Taking a moment, I move the tray to the floor. Sitting back against the pillows, he reaches down and picks up the envelope. He looks at me with a smile.



"Is this going to make me cry too?"



Laughing, I shake my head, no.



He opens the envelope and looks at the contents, his eyes getting wider by the second. His head whips around and he looks at me, a huge smile gracing his beautiful face.



"We're staying at The Boston Harbor Hotel for the weekend? And going to see the Celtic’s game Sunday? Damn, J! Thank you!"



He launches himself at me, grabbing me and kissing me thoroughly. We laugh and make out and begin to plan our weekend.





Hours later, we're sitting at the Rowe Warf Sea Grille eating the most delicious dinner. We checked in to the hotel a couple of hours ago and took full advantage of the well appointed shower. So far we've shared an order of Cod Filled Corn Empanadas and Crème Fraîche Salad. For our main course Edward has Caramelized Jumbo Sea Scallops, Black Quinoa and Red Kuri Squash Sauce and I have the Grilled Atlantic Swordfish Medallion, Jasmine Rice and Curry Coconut Essence. The food is beyond amazing. Our table is quiet except for the clink of silverware and our hushed hums and ahhs over the flavors. Somehow we manage to save room for dessert and split a Duet of Melted Caramel Custard and Chocolate Espresso Pot De Crème. That, along with coffee, push us straight into a food coma. We slowly make our way to the suite and after changing into our sleep pants and t-shirts, sit on the sofa and talk quietly for a couple of hours.



We make love slowly that night, slowly savoring each other's bodies. Our sleep is replenishing, leaving us ready to face the day at the Garden. It is another bright and sunny day, though much colder than the day before. It’s a perfect to be inside watching a basketball game. We walk from the hotel to the ball park, stopping to play tourist and take pictures along the way.



The Garden is packed as usual and it takes us a bit to reach our seats, but once we do.....wow! Our seats are in the Club section at midcourt. Edward grins like a twelve year old the entire time. He eats like one as well, munching on nachos, and popcorn, and soda. It's a great game; the score is tied 111-111 against the Miami Heat with 3 seconds to go. Kevin Garnett has the ball. He shoots and scores a beautiful three pointer just as the buzzer sounds. The arena goes nuts, fans screaming and cheering, as team share high-fives.



We leave The Garden on cloud nine and make our way back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. We have reservations at Meritage and there is no way we are missing out on the spectacular food there.



Leaving the suite, I'm not able to tear my eyes away from Edward. He looks amazing in a charcoal colored suit and white shirt. His tie is dark green and sets off his eyes perfectly. In a word, Edward looks fuckhot. The Maître d' agrees with my assessment, as he blatantly ogles my man right in front of me. Not one to tolerate such behavior, I step in and whisper in his ear.



"If you want to keep those eyes in your head, you'll stop staring at my boyfriend like that." My eyes blaze with anger as I stare him down. He gulps, loudly, and calls for one of the waitstaff to show us to our table. Minutes later, we're presented with a bottle of champagne, compliments of Sebastien, the Maître d’.



Dinner is amazing. The food is sublime. We start with Pan Seared Tarragon Jumbo Shrimp Lemon Taglierini and Roasted Red Pepper Coulis. Edward has the Black Pepper Rolled Seared Rare Yellowfin Tuna with Zinfandel Butter Sauce and I have the Wood Grilled Filet Mignon with Soft Whipped Potatoes and Horseradish Onion Cream Meritage Syrup.



Deciding we want to spend some time alone, we arrange to have dessert and coffee sent to our suite. We have enough time to shower and change before everything is delivered. Then, sitting in front of the fire, we share the White Fruit Tasting Plate. The Coconut Sorbet Dacquise Sandwich is to die for. Once again, bordering on food comas, we sit and enjoy the sounds of Boston at night. We fall asleep sitting together on the sofa, waking only when the sun rises.



It's the perfect way to start our last full day, sitting together watching the sun rise over Boston Harbor. The slowly rising sun bathes my beautiful Edward in soft golden light. He leans in to me and kisses me, slowly and softly.



"This has been the best Valentine’s Day, Jasper. Thank you."



"It's been my pleasure, Edward," I reply, as I lean towards him.



We sit and watch dawn break, then make our way inside to shower and dress. Edward wants to walk around the North End and then head to Faneuil Hall Marketplace. We have fun playing tourist, buying silly souvenirs and taking pictures everywhere. We must have walked for ten miles, but we loved every second of it. I tell Edward early in the day that we have to be back to the hotel by 5:30PM. By then, we are both freezing and more than happy to be back. We share a shower and are just getting dressed when there is a knock on the door. Edward answers and gasps in surprise.



He steps back as a hotel staff person wheels in our dinner. She sets up the table in front of the balcony doors and quickly leaves, a grin evident on her face.



Holding out a hand, I ask Edward to join me. Blinking back tears, he takes my hand and lets me lead him to the table. We sit and eat more spectacular food from Meritage. We eat and talk and share sweet kisses. It is heaven. Dinner is soon over, and then the real fun begins.



During dinner Edward hands me a card and a small box. He watches with worried eyes as I read the card. It is lovely. A simple picture of a rose and his hand written words expressing his love for me. My fingers tremble slightly as I unwrap the box. Inside are two plane tickets to Texas for this summer. Beneath the tickets is a note from my Mama. Edward has arranged for he and I to go visit my family for three weeks in June. It will be his first trip there, and his first time meeting my parents face to face.



With tears in my eyes I lean over and kiss him gently on the lips.



“Thank you, Edward. This is.....it’s perfect,” I say.



He smiles and takes my hand. “I’m so glad you like it. Your Mom was over the moon when I asked if she thought you’d like it.”



“I love it, babe. I love it, and you....so very much,” I murmur as I lean in for another kiss.





The hotel staff have just finished clearing away the remains of our dinner, leaving Edward and I alone in our suite once more. The suite is dark, the only light coming from a few randomly placed candles in the bedroom and on the balcony. We stay seated at the table by the balcony and enjoy the night time view of the Boston skyline. Edward finishes his champagne and places his empty glass on the table between us. Leaning forward, I placed a gentle kiss on his neck.



"Do you want more, babe?" I ask.



He shakes his head and leans back, resting his head on my shoulder. His fingers reach up to tangle in mine. We sit quietly for a few moments, simply enjoying the peace and the comfort of being together. After a few moments, Edward turns and kisses the side of my mouth.



"Thanks for a wonderful day, Jasper," he whispers.



Smiling, I disentangle my hands and rise, moving to stand in front of him. "It's not over yet, Edward."



Holding out a hand, I ask him to stand and join me. He smiles at me and takes my hand before rising to stand with me. Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him closer. Looking in his eyes, I see his joy and his love. The immensity of his feelings never ceases to amaze me. How did I get so lucky, he loves me as much as I love him. Leaning forward, I kiss him, softly, gently, pouring my love into one sweet kiss. He hums out a quiet sigh before opening his mouth to me. Our tongues meet as we languidly explore each others mouths. He tastes of the champagne and of the strawberries we've just finished. Sweet, my love's mouth is so sweet. It makes me wonder if the champagne will taste as sweet everywhere.



My hands move to the waist band of his pants and I begin tugging his shirt out. My fingers quickly undo the buttons of his shirt and soon enough I am pushing the garment from his shoulders and dropping it to the ground. His skin is like silk beneath my fingers, smooth and cool. I could touch him forever.



My lips move across his jaw and down his neck as my fingers stroke up and down his back. Teeth and nails scrape and tease his sensitive flesh. He moans in appreciation.



"Jasper....please."



Smiling, I lean down and begin kissing and licking his left nipple. He arches into my mouth with a whimper.



His hands pull me back up, and he kisses me with a fierceness rarely displayed.



"Damn it Jasper....want you....here....now!"



He kisses me again and quickly removes my shirt. Our pants follow and soon we are naked in each others arms, touching and teasing, slowly stoking the fire of our passion. Gently, I begin pushing him backwards until he bumps into the table. He hisses as his naked backside makes contact with the cool wood of the table.



'Sorry babe," I say. "It's gonna get worse in a second."



He quirks an eyebrow at me then gapes as I pick him up and sit him on the table.



"Fuck! Jasper, what the hell?"



Laughing, I lean in and kiss him. "Shhh, you big baby. It'll warm up in a minute."



He pouts at me. "It's not funny. The table is cold." He pauses, then gives me a wicked grin and a wink. "You might have to do something to distract me..."



"Oh really?" I ask. "Such as....." leaving off as I begin trailing kisses down his torso. Grabbing a cushion from one of the chairs, I throw it on the floor in front of me. Kneeling down, I am now at the perfect level, eye to 'eye' with his glorious cock. He's already so hard for me. It won't take much to get him off....this time.



My hands rest on his thighs, pushing his legs open just a bit to give me better access. My thumbs stroke the base of his cock as I lean in and begin teasing his balls with my lips and my tongue.



"Oh....god....Jasper...." Edward moans from above. He's leaning back on his left hand while his right is buried in my hair, softly massaging my scalp. The sensation sends shivers down my spine. I respond by licking the underside of his cock, from base to tip, before taking just the tip in my mouth and sucking, hard.



"Oh God! Jasper...please...."



Enjoying his reaction, I begin taking his cock in my mouth. Slowly, I work him in, bobbing up and down, sucking him in and swallowing around his head. His hips begin to move, thrusting gently off the table. He is gorgeous. His head is thrown back, hand fisted in my hair, as he begins to fuck my mouth.



"Ugh....good...so good....love your mouth...."



Placing my hands on his thighs, I relax my jaw and let him take his pleasure. He is as gentle as he can be as he claims my mouth. As he gets closer to his release, I increase the level of suction. My right hand reaches down and begins playing with his balls, tugging gently.



"Jasper!" He yells my name as he climaxes hard in my mouth. Swallowing most of his hot cum, I hold a small amount in my mouth. Standing quickly, I grab him and pull him forward and kiss him, sharing my treasure. He hums in my mouth, savoring the taste of his essence in my mouth.



"Mmmm, God, Jasper. So good..." Edward murmurs against my lips.



After one final kiss, I pull back and grin at him. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet, Edward." Bending down, I rifle through the pile of clothing until I find my pants and retrieve the lube and condom I had been carrying. Standing, I walk to the other side of the table and pick up the half full bottle of champagne.



"Thirsty?" Edward asks with a grin.



Walking back to the table, I lean in and kiss him once on the lips.



"Mmmm, a little bit. Now, lay back and let me quench my thirst."



He shoots me a puzzled glance, but complies. Hissing again as his bare skin meets the cool top of the table, he lays there, waiting, beautifully open to me. Placing the lube and condom by his hip, I lean over my love and began kissing and licking his abdomen.



"Mmmmm....Edward, you taste so good. But somethings missing..."



He looks up at me and smiles, finally realizing why I have the champagne.



"Oh, let me guess....I'm missing a certain fizz?"



Grinning at him, I nod and slowly pour champagne over his hot skin. My tongue darts out to lick it off his chest before it drips to the table. Pour....lick....pour....lick. Aiming delicately, I pour a few drops over his right nipple. My mouth immediately latches on to the sweet tight bud of flesh. Sucking gently, I remove all traces of the tart liquid.



"Ugh...Jasper..." he moans.



Using my teeth to nibble and tease, I continue my attack on this, his most responsive skin.



"Jasper...please....need more...." he says, his back arching up off the table.



Laughing, I release him from my mouth and move down his torso. My next target is his belly button and I pour a generous amount of champagne in the small dip of flesh. Leaning in, I begin lapping at the pool of liquid like a cat.



"Jesus, Jasper!"



He is hard again, his cock pressing into my chest as I assault his navel. We're both ready and eager for more. Moving further down his body, I pour champagne over his pelvis and watch as it rolls around his rigid cock and down over his balls. My mouth attacks, licking and sucking every last drop from his silken flesh.



Pausing, I look up at him and whisper, "Babe, shift back a bit. Pull your feet up so they're flat on the table."



His eyes remain closed as he moves. He is spectacular. His head is thrown back in pleasure, his skin glowing silver in the moonlight. He is perfection, and he is mine.



Tilting the bottle, I pour champagne directly over his balls and watch as it flows down over his tight hole. My mouth resumes it's attack, licking and sucking, nibbling and teasing.



"Fuck!......Jasper....God....." he pants from above.



Flattening my tongue, I swipe over his puckered flesh with broad strokes. He writhes and bucks his hips up. My hands hold him still as my tongue begins pressing into his waiting hole.



"Oh God....ugh....Jasper....fuck....so good...."



His hands claw at the smooth glass table top, trying in vain to find some purchase. His body writhes in pleasure as my tongue pushes farther and farther into his body.



"Please....please Jasper....need you in me....please..."



This is what I've been waiting for, Edward at his breaking point.



Standing up, I grab the condom and make quick work of putting it on. Picking up the lube, I pour some in my hand and gently spread it over Edward's tight flesh.



"You ready, babe?" I ask.



"God, yes...please..." he whimpers.



Pressing one finger in, I begin pumping slowly. Quickly adding a second, I pump and twist, bringing him closer to the edge. Adding a third finger, I stretch him more, readying him for my cock.



He growls at me. "Jasper....fuck me....now....want your cock in me...."



Laughing a bit, I pull my fingers out. Flipping open the lube, I pour a generous amount directly on my aching cock. A few good strokes and I'm well coated. Placing my hands on his knees, I grab hold and push into him in one hard thrust.



"Fuck!" He screams as I groan in satisfaction. He is always so tight and so hot. We fit together perfectly.



He thrusts up, asking for more. My hips begin moving, and setting a tortuously slow pace, I thrust in and out. He wants no part of slow, begging me for more.



"Dammit, Jasper....fuck me....fuck me hard..."



"You want it hard?"



"Yes!" He shouts in frustration.



Grinning down at him, I reply, "What my love wants, my love gets." With that, my hips thrust harder, filling the air around us with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh.



"You like that, Edward.....you like my cock in your ass....you like it hard?"



"God....Jasper....yeah...." he moans.



Grabbing his legs, I lift them and wrap them around my waist as I lean over him. My hands grip the sides of the table hard, my knuckles turning white with the effort. With the added leverage and the change in angle, I am able to thrust deeper, hitting his sweet spot with every hard stroke.



"Ugh....Jasper....God....gonna cum...."



A few more thrusts and he's done for, cumming hard and shooting thick white ribbons of cum over his abdomen and chest.



"God...Edward!" I shout his name as I thrust one last time and fall over the edge. My arms give out and I collapse on top of him.



Moments later, I become aware of noise in the background. It sounds like clapping and....cheering? What the hell. Edward looks up at me, also perplexed about the noise. We stand and take care of cleaning up a bit before looking through the doors and across the balcony. It's easy to spot the source of the noise. It's a group of women on the balcony for the suite next to us. It's a good 20 yards away, but it has a clear view of ours. They've been able to see everything.



Edward and I look at each other, trying to figure out what to do. He's the color of a ripe tomato and I'm sure I'm about the same. Deciding to just let go and have fun, I look at the women and wave.



Opening the door, I yell "Thanks, ladies! Glad you enjoyed the show!"



Edward is chuckling as he tries to put his pants on.



The women laugh and I hear one of then say, "Now that’s the way to spend Valentine’s Day! I mean, come on! You can't beat watching to hot guys fuck each other senseless, can you?"



Their laughter is muted as they go back inside their room. Pushing Edward towards the bathroom, I said, "Go, shower and get ready for bed. I'll clean up out here and be in in a minute."



He kisses me and turns and walks inside. Gathering our clothes, I can't help but think that while this may have been Edward's Valentine’s present, I have experienced so much joy and happiness that it feels like mine as well. With that thought in my head, I walk to the bathroom to shower with my love.