Page 50 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Chapter Thirteen
“Do you wantto see the volcanoes?” Patrick asks the next morning as they walk around the resort, finally taking the independent art tour Patrick arranged to see the outdoor collection without what he called “an annoying and probably idiotic docent.”
“Mmm, I don’t know.” Will tilts his head to examine a statue from Japan. It looks much the same as the last four statues they’ve seen, but he’s sure there’s some important difference that Patrick will illuminate by reading aloud from the collection’s guidebook.
He ponders it. “I’d rather stay around the resort for the most part. Maybe tomorrow we can hit a black sand beach like we talked about, but…” Will reaches out and touches Patrick’s tender nose. “You’re already burned. We should stay in the shade.”
Patrick adjusts his floppy hat and sunglasses, nodding. “Fine by me. Who needs volcanoes? Things have been explosive enough around here.”
“Sexy explosive or angry explosive?” Will already knows the answer.
“Both.” Patrick frowns and flips the guidebook closed. He glances down at his watch. “Our appointment for the seaside meditation bed is soon. We might as well walk that way.”
“Did you see everything you wanted to look at? With the art, I mean?”
Patrick nods. “And now I want to look at you naked.”
Will glances around and lowers his voice even more. “But I thought the meditation beds are outside?”
Patrick arches a brow. “They are. Come on.”
As they walk the paths of the resort, heading toward the small building where they check in for their appointment with the meditation beds, Patrick snags Will’s hand. Will squeezes his long, fine fingers.
“Do you remember when we first agreed to stay married?” Patrick asks, his thumb stroking over Will’s knuckles, his eyes narrowing on the tall man approaching on the path who does a too-obvious double take at their latched hands.
“When I came to see you at Dinah’s?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I was scared you wouldn’t take me back.”
Patrick snorts. “Yes, well, I did. Lucky you.”
“And lucky you.”
“Right. I’ve been thinking.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you think we should get a move on with the other thing we agreed on then?”
“What other thing?”
“The part about making a family.” Patrick clears his throat, his thumb going still on Will’s knuckles and his other hand rubbing self-consciously at his face.
Will’s jaw drops. “You want to talk about starting a family?”
“We’ve been married a few years. I’m not getting any younger.”
“Wow.”
“Wow, what? Have you changed your mind?” Patrick’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows convulsively. “Because I haven’t changed mine.”
Will pulls him toward a bench beneath a vine-wrapped pergola and they sit, hands still clasped. “Of course I haven’t changed my mind. I just thought I’d be the one trying to convince you.”
“Okay. Good. For a minute, I thought…” He shrugs and straightens. “We should start when we get back.”
“Start talking or…?”
