"They can talk all they want," she answered with a grin. "Seeing how you're my husband and we're expecting a child I think they can all figure out what we're doing alone in our room."
"Besides, it's not like we got a honey moon. Only fair we make use of the vacation."
Squeezing his hand, she nodded. "I've checked, and there are nice restaurants there," she said. "One with Italian cuisine, and a jazz club with a more southern touch. I don't know how much we're expected to stay in one group and how much we get to choose ourselves, but either way the food should be better. At least if the descriptions is anything to go by."
His next comment made her practically beam. "Really?" she asked, not even reflecting on how impossible that would have been if she'd still been an active surgeon with an 80 hour week. Letting go of his hand she reached up so that she could pull his face closer to hers as she leaned out of the water. "I've got the best husband in the world, did you know that?" she asked.