1.25: Making Love and Making Plans


The next several days were spent making love and making plans.

“Where do you want to live?” Shane asked her one evening. Lilith laid across the bed, with her head in his lap.

“Why not here?” she said, looking up into his face.

“Admittedly, I’m partial to this place, especially with the new shelter and cellar. But I want you to be happy too. Wherever you want a home, I will build it for you. Wherever you want to be, I want to be with you.”

“I’ll miss my camp; it’s where I grew up. But this feels like home to me too, with you here. And, I did say I wanted a cellar!”

“And I remembered,” he laughed.

“And anyway, I do like it here. We’re close to the village and Community Center, but farther back so it’s a little more private. There’s a lot of land around your camp, which you can turn into a vineyard come spring. Plus the cellar. And too, the shelter you built is much better than a tent or open lean-to.”

With that decision made, Lilith was quickly distracted by his fingers stroking her ribs just under her breasts. She decided it would feel much better if she took her shirt off, and Shane did not disagree.



The next day, after a late morning in bed, they roasted some food for breakfast over the fire. After eating, they reclined on the rug and pillows under the overhang, curling up together and watching the snow fall beyond the shelter. He leaned up on his shoulder, pulling her fingers to his lips for kisses. “This is your home now.”

“You are my home,” Lilith smiled up at him.

“And you are mine,” he agreed.



Could Not Ask For More – Sara Evans

Lilith pushed him over onto his back and laid her head against his chest where she could feel and hear his heart beating. His sighed, his hands moving to stroke her hair and her shoulders. “You make me so happy,” he spoke against her hair. And then a thought occurred to him. “What about the handfasting ceremony, how do you want to do that?” he asked, propping himself up on an elbow.



Lilith thought about it for a moment. “Do we really need a big ceremony? We can speak the vows to each other tomorrow with a snowman for a witness and I would still be the happiest wife in the world.”

“Is that what you want?”

“A big party and a dozen witnesses are irrelevant to me, honestly. I’ve waited my entire life for you, and making my vows to you is all that matters.” She paused, fingering the buttons on his shirt. “I’ve always had eyes for you, you know. In retrospect, I always… I don’t know, there was something about you. Do you know, when you found me at the nectary in Champs Les Sims, I recognized your voice instantly when you said my name, before I even turned around to see it was you. It was like everything else around me but you faded away,” she remembered. “And it’s still that way. It’s you I want, I don’t care about putting on a show.”



He fingered the tips of her hair, thinking. “If I had only known. In retrospect, I keep kicking myself that it wasn’t until France that I got to know you better. I knew before you left Champs Les Sims that I was in love with you. I am proud and…overjoyed, to pledge myself to you. In front of a snowman or before the entire village.”

She laughed. “Let’s skip on the entire village. How about Daniel and Daniela, and maybe the Hale boys?” Her fingers reached to trace his lips.

“That sounds like a date.”

“And speaking of date? How long do you think we should wait before the ceremony?”

“How long do you want to wait?”

“I don’t want to wait. I want to be your wife.”

Shane’s eyes were suspiciously misty as he regarded her.

“All I need is you, and I can’t wait to start our life together.”

“I don’t want to wait, either then,” Shane admitted. “Some people like the big parties and elaborate planning though, so I wanted to make sure of what you wanted. Let’s go get your things tomorrow, and we can stop by and talk to Daniel and Daniela then. We’ll get you settled in here and arrange to meet with them again in a couple-three days or so for the vows.”

Lilith started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Again?” Shane laughed. He rolled her onto her back and leaned up on his elbows, nuzzling her neck.



Later, Lilith poured some nectar and handed Shane a glass. “A toast,” she said, “to my husband.”

“And to my wife,” he replied, clinking his glass to hers.



Shane stoked the fire, and they sat before it, knees together, sipping their nectar.



Lilith put her glass back on the table a few minutes later, having barely touched it.

“I think all this excitement is getting to me,” she said, rubbing her stomach.

Shane put his arm around her when she sat back down. “You alright?”

“Yes, the nectar just wasn’t agreeing with my stomach.” She leaned her head on his shoulder.

They watched the flames for a few minutes in silence. “Do you want me to take your name?” She asked, presently. “Lilith Stone,” she tested the words.

He shook his head. “Actually, I’ve thought about that. I know some couples do it that way, but I would rather we combine our names, just as we are combining our lives.” He looked to her to gauge her response.

She gave him a megawatt smile and kissed the side of his mouth, tasting nectar on his lips. “I’d like that too.”

“What do you think of ‘Meadowstone’?”

“It’s perfect. I think I love it,” she said, turning to taste his lips again.



In the bedroom, Shane removed her clothes and pulled her back against his chest, running his hands lovingly down her arms, her side, and hips. Lilith shivered when she felt him bump against her lower back. “Again?” she teased.

He lifted her hair off her neck and nibbled at her ear. One hand came up to cup her breast, a finger lazily tracing her nipple until it grew erect. “Yes, again.”



“You’re amazing, Lil.” His voice was throaty.

She gave a satisfied purr, and leaned up on an elbow to look down at his face. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she giggled.

His face turned serious. “Lil, do you want a family?”

“We are a family,” she countered. But she knew what he meant. “Yes, I want a family. Babies.” A wistful, dreamy expression crossed her face.

Shane curled his fingers through her hair. “Really?”

“Really,” she nodded. “Do you? Babies, the whole deal?”

“Absolutely. I can already imagine it.” He smiled.

“I hope… I definitely want babies. Your babies. I had a wonderful childhood, but I never had any brothers or sisters to play with.”

“I want 3 boys and a girl.” He grinned at the shocked look on her face.

“3 boys and a girl! What if we end up with 3 girls and a boy?”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to keep trying!”

“I hope we made a baby tonight,” she said dreamily, laying her head down on his shoulder.



He woke her early the next morning, wanting her again. They made love tenderly as the sun rose over the horizon, streaming morning light across their bodies.

After breakfast, Shane went to take a shower, and Lilith sat by the fire strumming her guitar. A wave of nausea washed over her a few minutes later, and she put the guitar back down.

Maybe we’ve already made a baby. The thought made her smile.