Convicted (Consequences)

sorry.”
    “Oh, my in-laws have been wonderful. It just takes...time.”
    “Now, your husband—Derek—is that his name?”
    Sophia nodded.
    “Does he have siblings?”
    Sophia went on to describe Derek’s family—he’s an only child—his parents were very anxious for them to add a branch or two to the family tree.
    “How do you feel about that?” Marie asked.
    Shrugging her shoulders, Sophia said, “We’ve been talking.”
    Marie grinned. “I’m sure you know—that’s not how it happens.”
    Sophia’s cheeks reddened. “Yes, I believe my mother gave me that talk, when I was quite young.”
    After lunch, they walked through some of the college shops before parting for the afternoon. Later, when Sophia told Derek about her day, she wouldn’t remember the exact words of their conversation only that it flowed without effort.
    With all Derek had happening with his new responsibilities, Sophia knew that he was pleased that she was getting out of the house and meeting people.
     

     
    As the sun set below the horizon, and the lingering shadows cast their last shades of what might have been onto the isolated beach, a hand fell to Claire’s shoulder.
    At first, she hesitated, unsure if the connection was real or imagined. When she could no longer decipher, Claire turned to see the face—the eyes—the man for whom she’d prayed.
    Claire’s resolve melted with his touch. The sobs she’d been suppressing erupted as Tony pulled her up to his embrace.
    “I didn’t think I’d ever see you...” her words were barely audible behind the bellowing cries.
    “Shhhh...” If he hadn’t been holding her, Claire wasn’t sure she’d have been able to stand. As she nestled near, his bare chest quivered with exertion. After a moment, they settled on the soft, warm sand.
    “Did you ever reach the boat? Or did you finally swim back?” Claire asked, realizing the boat wasn’t in sight.
    “It’s anchored around the bend.” He squeezed her tighter. “Believe me, I considered turning around, but I didn’t know which way was shorter the longer I swam; then, as I came back, I couldn’t tell which beach was which.”
    “How long did you swim?”
    Tony shook his head as a tired grin emerged across his lips. “A lot longer than I’d planned.”
    She buried her head into his shoulder. “I kept praying and telling our baby you were safe, but...” the tears came back.
    Smoothing her hair, he explained, “I contacted Francis. He knows where we are. He recommended we spend the night on the boat.”
    “On the boat?” Claire questioned.
    “Yes, we don’t want to be separated from it again, and there’s a small bed in the cabin under the deck.”
    Claire nodded. She’d been below in the boat before—it was a calmer ride if the seas were rough.
    “In the morning, when the sun comes up, I’ll get you home—I promise.”
    She looked up to his tired eyes. “I don’t care where I am, as long as you’re there.” She struggled to stand. “Let’s go. You must be exhausted.”
    Taking what was left of Madeline’s lunch time feast, they walked the shore around the bend. With the silver glow of moon light, Claire saw the boat only a short way out, bobbing silently in the virtually calm sea.
    When they were both on board, Tony lifted the anchors and took them into slightly deeper water. “When the tide goes down, we don’t want to be marooned,” he explained.
    Claire grinned. “I’m impressed. Who would have ever imagined Anthony Rawlings learning the ins and outs of marine navigation?”
    Lowering the anchors once again, Tony purposely left slack in the rope. When he looked up and saw Claire’s questioning emerald eyes, he added, “See, Francis so nicely mentioned—perhaps I didn’t do that the first time.” Somewhat sheepishly, he added, “He’s right, I didn’t.”
    She reached for Tony’s cheek. “I’ve said it before, and I still believe it’s true, you can teach—”
    Tony interrupted, “My love, now that the adrenaline is gone, I definitely feel like that old dog. Let’s go below and get some sleep before the sun rises.”
    If the cabin had been truly meant for sleeping—the designers didn’t plan for it to be shared by a 6’6” man and a pregnant woman. Regardless, Claire and Tony worked their way into the small space. The rhythmic bobbing of the boat was surprisingly comforting as Claire maneuvered herself in an effort to become comfortable. Once they were settled, Tony