Marion tucked a blanket over her, lost in thought.
Erica and Randy already had a kid on the way. He wondered if Debra wanted one too but stayed silent.
Debra was 26 now. The doctors said younger was safer.
He didn't want her hurt by waiting too long.
"Are we there yet?" Debra mumbled, half-awake.
"Not yet. I'll wake you," Marion replied with a smile.
She murmured something and conked out again.
Two years of grind left her beat. Retirement was just a breather.
Marion brushed her hair, and she nestled in his arms.
They landed at sunset.
Debra felt the peace she'd missed. Work had drowned out beauty like this. Now she could soak it in.
On the beach, Marion hauled their luggage. Debra beamed at the sea and sunset.
"Are we staying here for the next six months?"
"Yup. Might get boring."
Ori barked excitedly, ready to roll in the sand.
"Go for it," Debra encouraged.
"Yup."
"Then forget it."
She looked at his serious expression and cracked up. "Just kidding."
She added, "There's painless stuff now. Plus, I'd like to have babies."
She pecked his cheek and froze. Lipstick smeared his face.
"Oops, I'll wipe it." She took out some tissues.
But he grabbed her hand, tapping his lips. "For a kid, you kiss here."

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