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wear. She wore jean shorts, a loose top, and her running shoes. She wore a baseball cap to keep the sun out of her face.
    She looked adorable .
    My cock sprung to life just from looking at her. Even when she made no effort to look nice, she was gorgeous. I’d never known a woman like that. Penelope had to sit in front of the mirror for a half an hour perfecting her make up. When she took it off at night, she looked like a completely different person.
    We left the resort then hit the trails. I walked slowly for her so she wouldn’t feel pressured to keep up with my normal pace. I was over a foot taller than her, so our paces were completely different.
    Scarlet looked at the scenery while she carried a bottle of water. I watched her closely and made sure there wasn’t any holes or rocks in her path to make her trip and fall. I was a bit controlling when it came to her safety.
    “It’s so beautiful here,” she said. “Thanks for taking me.”
    “Sure. It’s nice to get away once in a while.”
    She held up her binoculars then looked through them. “A sparrow is on that lower branch. Wow, he’s beautiful.” She handed them to me and I looked through them.
    “Cool.”
    She took them back and put the strap around her neck.
    I snatched it away, along with her bottle of water, and carried it for her.
    “I got it.”
    “Don’t worry about it, baby.”
    She didn’t argue with me and kept walking.
    When we reached a stream, Scarlet was breathing hard.
    “Let’s take a break,” I said. I guided her to a large rock and helped her sit down. Then I opened the bottle of water and handed it to her. “You doing okay?”
    She sipped the water then put the cap back on. “Yeah. It’s nice to do something fun.”
    “Because I can carry you back if you’re too tired.”
    “I’m not tired,” she said simply.
    “Does anything hurt?”
    “No.” She laughed slightly. “Sean, I’m okay. Really.”
    I sat beside her and stared at the stream. It was nice not to hear the sound of traffic or the cacophony of New York City. Our place was isolated from the other houses, but it wasn’t the same as being in the middle of nowhere. Maybe when Scarlet and I retire and our kids grow up, we’ll settle somewhere in the country, just us and nature.
    “What are you thinking about?” she asked.
    My thoughts were shattered. “Us growing old together.”
    “That’s an adventure I look forward to.”
    “I thought we could get a house up here when our kids are older and on their own.”
    “That would be nice,” she said. “But I do love our house.”
    I smiled. “I’m glad. You hated it when you first saw it.”
    “I didn’t hate it.” She hit my arm playfully. “I just thought it was a bit extravagant.”
    “If you had it your way, we’d live in a goat hut somewhere in the middle of Ireland, making our own milk and churning our own land, not a penny to our name.”
    She smiled. “That does sound lovely.”
    I laughed. “You’re such a weirdo.”
    “You ’re one to talk,” she jabbed.
    “I am pretty weird. But I think that’s why you and I fit together so well.”
    “Me too.” She leaned her head on my shoulder and hooked her arm through mine. We stared at the stream, in quiet contentment.
    Then she sighed. “You’re going to hate me…”
    “What?” I asked.
    “I’m hungry.”
    I smirked. “We ate a few hours ago.”
    “I know. But I’m always starving.”
    I looked at my watch. “By the time we get back, it’ll be dinner. So you have perfect timing.”
    “I want a huge steak, potatoes, greens, and bread. Lots of bread.”
    My fondness for her increased with every day we spent together. “Then that’s what we’ll have.”
    “Yum.”
    I helped her off the rock, and hand in hand, we walked back to the hotel. She breathed hard but she didn’t struggle in any other way. The doctor said it was good for her to exercise so I wasn’t stressed about it. And she was six months along, so I was pretty