Time and Again

you brought me here? To the place you once described to me?"
    "I brought you here for a few days of relaxation."
    "So that's what you brought me here for. When are we going to relax?" She grinned before she bent down to press kisses on his chest. "See, you're already tensing up again."
    He skimmed a hand over her hair. "How long have we been married?"
    Lazily she touched a button on the side of the bed. The time flashed, the numbers suspended in the air, then blinked off. "Five hours and twenty minutes."
    "I figure we'll relax in about fifty years." His hand wandered to her bare shoulder. "Do you like it?"
    "Being married?"
    "That, too. But I mean this place."
    He was so sweet, she thought, the way he didn't want her to think he was too sentimental. "I love it, and since we're newlyweds and allowed to be mushy I'll tell you that bringing me here was the most romantic thing you've ever done."
    "I thought you might prefer Paris, or the Intimacy Resort on Mars."
    "We can always go to Mars," she said, and giggled. "I'm almost getting used to saying things like that. I told you I was a quick study."
    "You've been here six months."
    "You are a tough nut." She slid down him to rest her cheek on his chest. "Six months," she repeated. "It took you long enough to marry me."
    "I'd have had it over with in six minutes if you and my father hadn't gotten together."
    "Over with?" She raised her head, her eyes dangerous. "Income tax reports are things you want to get over with."
    "Income tax reports?" he repeated, blankly.
    "I forgot. Unpleasant tasks," she said. "That's what you want to get over with. If marrying me was so unpleasant, why did you bother?"
    "Because you would have nagged me." He winced when she pinched him. "Because I thought it was the least I could do." This time he laughed, rolling onto her as she dug her nails into his arms. "Because you're gorgeous."
    "Not good enough."
    "And marginally intelligent."
    "Keep trying."
    "Because loving you has scrambled my circuits."
    "I guess that'll do." Happy, she linked her arms around his neck. "Maybe it was a lot of fuss and bother, but it was a beautiful wedding. I'm glad your father talked us into something traditional."
    "It was all right, as ceremonies go." And when he'd seen her start down the aisle on his father's arm, draped in shimmering white, he'd been struck dumb.
    "I like your parents. They've made me feel very much at home." With her tongue in her cheek, she looked at him again. "Especially when they let me in on deep, dark family secrets."
    "Such as?"
    "The T in J.T." When he grimaced, she really began to enjoy herself. "It seems you were so rotten, so undisciplined, so-"
    "I was just a curious child."
    "-so hardheaded," she continued, without missing a beat, "that your father used to say Trouble was your middle name. And the T stuck. Aptly."
    "You haven't seen trouble yet."
    She slid up again to nip his lip. "I'm hoping I will."
    After a quick kiss, he slid out of bed.
    The silky sheets pooled at her waist as she sat up. "Where do you think you're going? I haven't finished with you yet."
    "I forgot something." He hadn't forgotten at all. He'd been waiting for the right moment. He adjusted the lights so that they flickered like the flames of a dozen candles. Moments later, he returned with a box.
    "It's a gift."
    "Why?"
    "Because I've never given you one." He set it in her hands. "Are you going to open it or just stare at it?"
    "I was enjoying the moment." With her tongue caught between her teeth, she opened the box. Inside was a teapot, squat, of cheap china, with a bird on the lid and huge, ugly daisies painted on the bowl. "Oh, God."
    "I wanted you to have something from your time." He felt a little foolish, not ready to admit that he had spent months scouring antique shops. "When I saw this, it was- well, like fate. Don't cry."
    "I have to." She sniffled, then raised her drenched eyes to his. "It survived. All this time."
    "The best things do."
    "Jacob." She made a helpless gesture, then hugged the pot. "There's nothing you could have given me that would have meant more."
    "There's something else." He sat beside her. After taking the teapot, he set it aside. "Would you like to see your family for Christmas?"
    For a moment, she couldn't speak. "Are you sure?"
    "I'm nearly there, Sunbeam." He brushed away a tear, let it shimmer on his fingertip. "Just trust me a little while longer."
    Fighting tears, she put her arms around him. "Take all the time you need.