He was thinking about having a family. At his words her heart raced. A mother. When he thought of the future, of their future, he saw her as the mother to his children. Distracted by his words she barely heard what he said about the log. The words only registered when she bumped into it and began to fall.
"That was your fault." She whispered, looking rather embarrassed. "You distracted me." There was no place else she would rather be. Here in his arms was fine by her. "Then perhaps dancing is better then walking." Away from the party she had carefully orchastrated for their guest to celebrate their union they could still here the strings and drums of the light, airy acoustic rock music. With his arms around her waist she slipped hers around his neck. In the sand her bare feet began to slowly step, her hips softly swaying. But her eyes, the deep, black pools that they were, never left his.
"What of our children? How many?" She smiled. "Boys or girls?" They had never talked about this before. She was curious to know his answers. Excited actually.