It was an interesting change, being the one to wake up first and see the other sleeping peacefully. Due to his hours at the night club, that hardly ever happened, but if Amelia could sleep like this more often, Gideon saw no reason to regret the circumstance that brought it about. Especially when it involved tropical weather and a seaside resort. His hand migrated from her face to her abdomen while she stretched, feeling the small swell there that signaled their growing baby. Gideon was still fearful of that event in their futures, but not as much as he'd been when the news was first broken. It would be an adjustment to his life, but no bigger than the village itself. Besides, it seemed that he was the only Prewett who hadn't passed on his genes. That was unacceptable, especially since his genes were the superior ones.
"I ought to, I hope, he replied. His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, and the towel he used was carelessly strewn on the floor near the foot of the bed, fortunately out of Amelia's line of sight for the momennt. As she stood, though, Gideon moved away to take care of it properly. They'd had that discussion multiple times and he didn't want to ruin the day by starting it out in such a manner.
Smiling over at her when she spoke again, Gideon shook his head at her. "You think I have a plan? What kind of person do you take me for?" He smirked at her from across the room and then decided he should perhaps come up with a plan, or at least something to do first. Amelia could pick next, unless they just wanted to wing it. Really, he just wanted to spend the day with her and enjoy the weather, but an idea came to him on the fly. "Maybe I'll get Emmy to help me bury you in the sand." He almost said 'so you're trapped,' but luckily he caught himself. No reminders of the kidnapping allowed.