Page 60 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Chapter Fifteen
They sneak outof the resort in the morning, return the rented Porsche, and charter a private jet to Kauai as the sun rises over the horizon. Will’s sorry to say goodbye to the Big Island with so much still not checked off their to-do list, but Patrick just shrugs as they wait for the hired pilot to board their plane.
“It’s not like we can’t come back. We’ll want to escape the kiddo once we have her.”
“A girl?”
“Probably. Your sperm will make girls,” Patrick says, pulling a small bag of chips and a bottle of water out of his briefcase. He throws back an anti-anxiety pill and chases it down with a chip.
“What? That’s absurd.”
“Sugar and spice and everything nice. Your sperm will make a girl. Trust me. Mine will make a really angry little boy.”
“I can’t believe you’re a doctor sometimes.”
“Doctors are allowed to believe illogical things too. It’s a genius’s prerogative.”
Will rolls his eyes, but clicks his seat belt together without arguing that Patrick’s sperm is the more rational choice, or that Patrick never lets him believe illogical things just for the hell of it. They have time to debate it all later.
“Sorry for the delay,” the short, smiling pilot says as he climbs aboard, with his dark hair wind-tousled and his eyes glittering happily. “We’ll be on our way shortly.”
The flight is uneventful but beautiful. Will can’t keep his eyes off the play of colors on the water as the sun rises higher in the sky. Patrick falls asleep and snores adorably with his head on Will’s shoulder.
Once they land, they rent a car and drive to the north side of the island. While they wait for their room to be prepared, they sip freshly squeezed juice on the new, posh hotel’s veranda.
“We’re free!” Patrick says, lifting his glass to toast the view.
“Knock on wood,” Will insists. “Don’t jinx it.”
“We need to maximize the time we have left. What do you most want to do here?”
“Not much. I want to see a few sites, walk the hotel’s strip of beach, eat good meals, and just be quiet with you.”
“That seems easy enough.”
“I’m easy to please, really.”
“I’ve discovered that over the years. You should demand more.”
Will just shrugs and they finish their juices while listening to morning bird song.
Finally ensconced in their beautifully appointed room, they nap for a few hours, holding each other in the cool sheets. When they wake in the early afternoon, they text Jenny to make sure she knows where they are in the event of a true emergency, and swear her to absolute secrecy on their whereabouts.
“Now, what do you want to do next, puddin’-pop?”
What follows are three days of easy joy. No drama tugs them under. No unwanted guests appear. They drift and read, chat and laugh, swim and explore the north side of the island. They discuss babies and how to make them. And they make love every day. They sleep deeply and well every night.
It’s everything Will has ever wanted from a honeymoon and more.
At the end of their final day on Kauai, they settle at a table in the hotel’s beautiful open-air bar to sip sodas, watch the sunset, and confront the reality that their trip is at an end. The bar is nearly empty, save for another couple eating dinner and talking quietly, a few servers, and the bartender. Everyone appears sun-soaked and dreamy in the early evening light.
Will alternates his gaze between the place where the sun slips lower and Patrick’s auburn hair glittering red and blond in the dying light. Their silence is peaceful. The light music playing overhead, the calls of birds, and the gentle hum of the hotel bar employees’ conversations buoys Will’s spirits even higher.
“No use putting it off,” Patrick says finally, pulling his cell phone out of the back pocket of his white shorts. “Are you ready?”
Will shakes his head, unwilling to pop the beautiful bubble they’ve been living in quite yet. “Just a few more minutes. And then we can do it.”
Patrick places the phone on the table in front of them and dutifully waits.
