The next day...

4th of April,1965

Jude's POV

It was still unbelievable how Timothy invited me on a dinner in a restaurant tonight. It is going to be such exciting experience!

Anyway a little before leaving the house, I was sitting on the stool, in front of the dressing table as I was applying prudently my red lipstick on my bottom and upper lips, my long, black eyelashes moving upwards and downwards like piano keys per a blink. I was almost ready as my classy, a little above the knees, ruffled short sleeved with V neckline black dress abided unzipped yet as I needed help, of course. I had put already my jewelries on myself such as my memorable ruby-sapphire bracelet, silver earrings and my wedding ring. The only thing that I needed to do is to put on my bare feet my black stilettos and apply red lipstick. 

Meanwhile Timothy was already prepared as I could smell, my nostrils being weakened, charmed due to his amazing perfume that I gave him on Christmas. He wore a deep gray trousers with white shirt, combined with a dark navy blue tie, black Oxford shoes. He looked so sexy especially when he wears a tie and belt as a flawless combination. His stubble beard was definitely visible, barely shaved days prior. 

I could see through the dressing table mirror's reflection how Timothy was observing me, smirking ligthening his cream face, his mesmerized chocolate eyes focused on each action of me like I am the center of the world, according to him. What an unusual silence!

-You look so beautiful and are so beautiful, rare bird!- He approached me as he started to massage my small shoulders with his veiny, monstrous hands, tilting his head as he looked directly into my eyes, complimenting me nicely whilst finishing with application of some make up.

-I am not even ready yet, darling.- Before to begin with my speech, I chuckled lightly as I felt his fingers how started roughly to knead my flesh through my dress's material, sensing the relieving sensation, his palms warming my shoulder blades. I opened widely my mouth, restraining myself from making any kind of a sound during the massaging process.

His smirk stained as it illuminated from distance, studying my fevered face with my almost shutted eyes from the another angle, as I really enjoyed the massage itself. 

-Sweetheart! *his face approximated to my neck as his nose was burried in my long golden curls, sniffing my flowery scent of my hair and perfumed neck's odor which sent him in the paradise instantly; whilst rubbing my shoulders and bare nape in the same time* You are always going to be my stunning wife. Your beauty, charisma and charm are of an extraordinary Goddess. You don't need to wear fancy clothes and wear the most luxurious make up in the world so that to be perfect. You have always been the perfectest woman into my eyes even with the scruffy clothes with which I got you out of Briarcliff.

-I know already but thank you anyway.- I answered humbly as I kept smiling to myself and him in the same time.

-No need to thank me! - Then he helped me by zipping up my dress, kissing my nape as I moaned mildly, thanking him for zipping my dress as I was already ready after putting my stilettos on my bare feet, taking with ourselves the house's keys including the car ones with a wallet which is going to be in Timothy's pockets of his trousers, of course.

After turning off the lights in the bedroom, descending the stairs for the 1st floor, I checked myself in the hall's mirror once again in case If something had disfigured, unluckily. Fortunately, I had luck as my husband checked each room in case if we had forgotten something or something and as soon as I heard his footsteps, his Oxford shoes clicking upon the wooden stairs, he walked to me as he watched me with a benevolent smile across his snow face, beholding a little part of his in front of the antique Victorian rectangle mirror glass's reflection.

-How do I look?- I turned my face, facing Timothy as he stood against me, our eyes met, developing an eye contact.

-Oh, you look just perfect, rare bird! Perfect as always!- My husband replied honestly, his chocolate brown eyes were rather dazzled by what he is currently seeing.

-Aww, thank you, sweetheart! You look incredible either too. Just look at yourself how hot are you with this tie of yours!- I teased him as I touched delicately his tie with my fingers, savoring how my fingertips are sensing his tie's fabric. 

-You don't need to thank me, honey! Thank you anyway for your kind words! *grabbing the keys as he kissed my left cheek* Let's go!

Once we turned off the lights in the hall, we left the house as we locked the door, heading to the car directly, thus hopping up as we buckled ourselves with car's belts. Timothy started his car as he started driving through the only path which was available through the dark woods. 

A several minutes later...

Once we found the parking lot, Timothy parked his car in the only available parking area unlike the others. As we got out of the car, we went directly to the restaurant. The transport didn't take a lot of time. It was rather 10 minutes only. We were walking towards the restaurant with its glowing neon banner, displaying its name "Boston Paradise", holding each other's hands, hand in hand. The moonlight illuminated my bouncing curly hair. Timothy helped me as he stepped out, letting me to enter inside the restaurant, mentioning the magic words "Ladies first!" as I wore a broad smile across my excited face. 

As we established inside the restaurant, it was surprisingly uncrowded. A retro song playing in the background, a waiter and a waitress discussing together something in the bar zone. We were astonished due to the fact that there weren't any customers, meanwhile taking seats as minds were focused on something else. The restaurant's desolace! What a particular bizzare phenomenon! 

We stared at each other as we sat against each other to the wall with a vintage artwork, hanging on the 50s floral dark purple wall. The ice was broken at last:

-Have you noticed something odd here?- Timothy questioned as he arched his right eyebrow, grimaced, his chocolate eyes were so confused like a little lost boy.

-Yes, of course! Just like you. - I answered as I glanced at each angle of the restaurant once again in case to make sure if I am precise in my own words.

-I don't know what's going on but I sense that this restaurant is pretty underrated. - He said with particularly astonished voice.

-I think so. But I don't have any opinion about it yet. I mean the restaurant, besides it is...- I was near the verge to finish my sentence until one of the waiters especially a good-looking one in his early 30s cut me off as he emerged from nowhere, mildly startled us especially me.

-Here you are your menus, Mister and Madame. - The young waiter gave us the menus to choose what we shall order for ourselves.

-Thank you very much, sir!- We thanked him graciously as we opened immediately the menu, checking what are we going to order for ourselves.

-You are welcome.

Then the waiter walked away as we striked a conversation with my husband about the food and drinks that are we going to order in the upcoming minutes. Even discussing them! It took us around a couple of minutes to make our minds up. I chose to order for myself a mineral water, followed by a mango cheesecake, Coq au Vin and some Texas salad whilst Timothy decided to order for himself Coq au Vin, just like me; followed by some French white wine and that was all.  I gestured the waiter to arrive as he immediately commanded himself to take our orders, taking notes what we would like to order for ourselves as he accepted our orders, promising us that they will be served in couple of minutes. 

We waited around 5 minutes and the food and drinks were finally served on our tables. The hospitable waiter wished us to enjoy the food and drinks as we thanked him in return, starting to taste from our food and drinks. Furthermore we spoke to each other during our romantic dinner in the restaurant. As I took a few bites of the Coq au Vin, cooked by the restaurant's cook hands, I was amused of the cook's talent as we didn't forgot to add a commentary about my favorite meal:

-Mmm! It is really toothsome *humming pleasantly* but not as much as your mouthwatering Coq au Vin, of course!- My husband stated delighted.

-I do agree. *chewing my 3rd bite of the nummy meal* But your Coq au Vin rocks either too!- I said with enormous pride in my pleased heart.

-Aww! *sipping of the white wine* However your meals are deliriously ambrosial especially your favorite meal, you know.- We chuckled as I was about to choke, meanwhile felt an unknown move inside my belly. 

All of a sudden, when the baby moved in dissatisfaction after chewing my 3rd bite of my favorite dish, my eyes were widely opened like I am experiencing some kind of dubious medical experiment, dropping my fork accidentally on the floor, holding with my both hands my bump as I looked at the ceiling for 5 straight seconds, thereafter returning my look at the bump that grew with every passed week, a little by little. This baby's first move frightened me initally, leaving me numb for a while in secretive and unexplainable way, while Timothy's eyes were basically focused on me, darted in my paralysed, shocked facial expression, being very worried for me and my condition as he asked:

-Judy, are you okay?- He witnessed everything which was obvious.

-I think the baby moved.- I could sound quite wacky though I am deadly serious as my husband's chocolate eyes widened like an owl, barely believing me firstly, thereafter a little, gradually growing smile grew on his face, exulting.

-The baby moved? *he raised an eyebrow in perplexed way as he came back to the real world* How?

-It just moved after I chew the 3rd bite of Coq au Vin. 

-Well...probably the little angel doesn't likes the restaurant made Coq au Vin unlike their parents' ones.

-*cackling quietly along* I guess so!- I mocked. 

Suddenly I felt a pleasurable, desirable kneading on circles of my knee. They were coming from Timothy's one hand which was under the table as he dared to extend his hand, my face blushed due to the fact that we are in public. What are going to think of us the waiters and waitresses? Even the strangers!? The kneading process of my knee on circles was so beguiling, sending shivers through my body of sweetness and embarrassment in the same time as I interrupted the process by moving away a bit my knee:

-I am so sorry, darling but...*stuttering as he realised lastly what he was doing, feeling dimly guilty of his action* we cannot do it here. I didn't mean to offend you. I really love and relish it though that's not the right place. - I snapped at Tim with tranquil voice as he nod his head as he felt a bit peccantly.

-You don't need to be sorry! I am the person who should actually apologise.- My husband responded serenely to my words as he swallowed the fact that we cannot do it here.  

-You are forgiven. We can do it somewhere else.- I whispered as I uttered my last sentence seductively, throughout sipping of my fresh mineral water.

A few hours later...

We spent around 2 hours in the restaurant as Tim paid for everything, thereafter going on our next destination- the lake. 

As soon as we established near the lake in the eerie but peaceful, serene and majestic forest, we sat on the black car hood, next to each as I rested my head on his shoulder as I hold his forearm with my both hands whilst his only available hand was clasped around my shoulder, cuddling. We watched the spectacular lake with its glowing, illuminated with its moonlight, dropping spontaneously its light beyond abysmal waters of the lake, enjoying the nocturnal scenery as I felt protected, warm and comforted, thanks to Timothy's presence, essentially himself and his secure hand, wrapped around my shoulder. 

-Are you definitely serious that the baby moved?- He posed the question as he was brutally grave.

-Of course! It was only once. *Then he rotated his face as our eyes met in the darkness, a smile turned into a smirk* When I took a 3rd bite of my favorite dish. - I said gravely and calmly in the same time as I kept on with the magnetising stare at my husband's chocolate brown eyes which were darted like sharp knives into my eyes.

-That's marvelous! *he bended his head, his ear against my bump as he wanted to know what's going on in my belly* Oh! I really can hear the baby's heart pounding. 

-If you say so...I am tremendously happy about it. I am in my 3rd month already and I can't believe it. The baby moves, besides the heart beat is far evident.

To be continued...