"Look at them," Amila said, jutting her chin toward the far corner of the reception area near the bar. "They look so happy."

Deja smirked, "They should. They're married to us." The sun was fading the lanterns protruding from the sand borderline of the reception area and the twinkle lights hanging above them turned the diamonds in her engagement ring and wedding band into a kaleidoscope of brilliance. "They have a lot to be happy about, some more than others."

"They do." Amila nodded, tipping the champagne glass sans the champagne to her lips. She swallowed the fruity liquid and then said. "And so do we."

So, did she. Amila's life had been a whirlwind of happiness and adventure for the last two years. She landed a spot on the corps de ballet at the American Ballet Theatre and was able to live out her dream of dancing on stage in front of one of her favorite ballerinas. It was the last day of her dancing career and she knew from the wave of contentment that washed over her, she was ready to sashay off the stage.

Within four months of that day, she was married and went on a month-long honeymoon. She didn't know a honeymoon could last that long but Dominic made her into a believer.

In the Philippines, he completed his promise to make love to her on every continent. On the thirty-first day of the second month which starts with an 'A', they returned to the States to put down roots and make the house he bought her into their home.

"Who gave my mama another glass of champagne?" Deja sighed, dropping her head back with exasperation. "She's going to be doing the tootsie roll on the dance floor."

"Cotton candy, sweet as gold. Let me see the Tootsee Roll."Amila sang as she danced, with the warm sand beneath her feet happy her friend didn't require her Matron of Honor to wear shoes.

"Stop." Deja playfully slapped her arm. "And that's not even the words. It's 'Cotton candy, sweetie go."

She shook her head. "No, it's not."

"Look it up on your phone and let me revel in saying 'I told you so.'"

"Am not." Amila rolled her eyes playfully. "Anyway, he has my phone. Blame yourself, You're the one that picked a dress without pockets."

She watched Dominic make his way across the beach with Keaton by his side.

"Mrs. Herrera," The wedding photographer approached them but Deja didn't turn to her so she repeated, "Mrs. Herrera."

Amila tapped her friend's arm and pointed at the photographer. "Mrs. Herrera, you're being called."

"Oh. I'm still not used to it." Deja said, placing her sight on the woman.

Amila flicked her wrist, there wasn't a diamond-encrusted wedding band on her finger to match the sparkle of friends.

"We need to take pictures of you and Mr. Herrera for your website." The photographer said, holding up her camera. "You said you wanted to capture the sunset as your background."

"Yeah," Deja nodded, then turned to Amila as she yawned. "Go back to the hotel and get some sleep."

Amila shook her head, dropping her hand from her mouth. "I can't leave. I have a duty."

"Your only job right now is to stay rested," Deja told and turned to Dominic as he and his new friend joined them. "Tell your wife to go to bed."

She took Keaton's hand and they followed behind the photographer near the shore. It was the third photo session but that didn't surprise Amila, her friend had her own makeup company with a follower count in the millions, and people wanted to see her wedding pictures.

"Are you ready to go?" Dominic asked with one hand in his pocket and the glass of bourbon in the other.

"Aw! I love this song." She ignored his question. "Dance with me." She didn't give him a chance to say 'no' as she grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.

Sand gripped the soles of her feet as they swayed. His arms were as far as they could go around her waist and he peered lovingly at her but her attention wasn't on him. No, it was on the tray the server held in front of them and presented to a pair of people.

"Do you want tacos?" He asked.

The words brought her attention back to him. She was practically salivating. "I don't. They do." They both looked down at her round protruding belly that fit the whimsical coral dress. "They won't ice cream too and onion rings. Are their onion rings in Mexico, though?"

He shrugged with a chuckle. "I don't know. I'm pretty sure they have onions here."

"Dominic." She stopped swaying. "Don't be mad at me."

His eyebrows drew together. "What is it?"

"I want to sleep in my own bed." Her hand left his arm and went to the bottom of her belly. "Can we get tacos on the way?"

"Yes, Swan." He chuckled before kissing her forehead. "Whatever my babies want, they get."

She let out a sigh of relief, latching her arm around his happy to be leaving. She loved her best friend but the dress seemed to get tighter as the day went on and she wanted to be naked in her bed with her favorite pillow.

"But on the way home," He started as he led her away from the reception. "We need to go through the 'B'."

She shook her head. "I don't want them to have the same first initial. Just because they're twins doesn't mean they have to both have 'B' names. Keke and I hated that."

"Okay. But Swan they have to have names."

"They will." She said. "We have four more months."

"You promise."

"Yes, I promise, Nicky-boy." She giggled, stopping their footfalls in a space that was far enough from the reception for them to have privacy but still have the glow of the lights. "They'll have first and middle names. And they might even dance at my studio if they want to."

A smile spread across his face. His hand went to the side of her stomach as he held her sight. "God, I love you, Amila Johnson-James."

"Damn, that's a mouthful." She chuckled, latching her hands on his lapels. "I love you, too. Now, kiss me."

"Authoritative," He smirked. "I'm rubbing off on you."

She was about to say something witty but his lips stopped her. She fell into him as far as her five-month pregnant belly would allow. It started off slow then heated up with each smooch, his hand stroked her hip as his tongue almost slid into her mouth.

"Woah, sailor." She said, tearing her lips away from his. Passionate tongue kissing is how she got into this position. "We'll get freaky when I get full...and take a nap." She yawned. "I need a nap."

"Come on." He smiled, slipping his arm behind her resuming their gait. "Put your head on my shoulder. Rest your eyes while we go back to the hotel."

She did just that. Her eyes involuntarily closed as he walked them back to their room to pack. She hummed lowly giving in to sleep not really needing to dream; her life was already splendid enough. She didn't need the escape.

Are you surprised Amila got pregnant so early in their marriage?

What do you think their daughters are going to be named?

Also, I still don't know how Keaton looks, so imagine however you want.

All things must come to an end but it was fun while it lasted.  I hope you enjoyed it.