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Let’s Give Them Something To Talk About
by SheridanLF74

Chapter Eight: From Here to Eternity

Luis awoke to the first rays of sunlight peeking through the bedroom window. In his arms was his princess, the only person in the world that gave him a reason to wake up everyone morning. She was beautiful. Sighing, he carefully lifted himself out of bed. He had a lot to do if he was to make today special for Sheridan. Looking down at her, he wanted to kiss her pouting lips. They were soul mates, no doubt about it. A smile crept onto his face as he remembered her on her knee yesterday proposing. She was one hell of a woman. Heading into the bathroom, he silently performed his morning ablutions and then left to put together some breakfast for both of them, leaving Sheridan in dreamland.



The violin music filled the church as Sheridan waited by the tall oak doors. She watched as her bride’s maids slowly disappeared through the doorway. The sweet music made her heart soar. Finally, Theresa, her maid of honor, disappeared and Sheridan was left standing beside Ethan.

Her nephew turned at gazed at her, a smile on his face. "Ready?" he asked, taking her arm and linking it with his own.

"As ready as I can be…I’m so nervous, Ethan." She shivered slightly, but her smile never faltered.

"Don’t be," he patted her hand. "He loves you."

"I love him more," she giggled. This was an argument she and Luis loved to resolve. Finally, the oak doors opened and the bridal march started to play. The crowd in the church stood and faced Sheridan. Their collective gasp reminded her of the slick satin gown that rubbed against her skin. Glancing down she smoothed the material over her slightly blossoming abdomen, her left hand resting on the bulge. She was wearing her mother’s gown and having her future husband’s child.

Slowly, Ethan began to lead her to the front of the church where her tall, dark and handsome lover stood waiting. She knew the grin on his face was mirroring her own and could feel his gaze sweep over her. Their eyes met for a brief moment as Ethan transferred her to Luis. His hand brushed against her budding abdomen where their child grew. He was crying and Sheridan couldn’t control her own tears. Their child…their wedding day, it all seemed too good to be true.

"Dearly beloved," Father Lonigan began the wedding. Sheridan couldn’t take her eyes off of Luis. He was so handsome standing there in his tux. She was surprised when he leaned in and started kissing her neck.

"Luis!" she giggled. She was trying to remain focused on the Father’s words. "We’re in church."

"I can’t help it, you’re so gorgeous…" he whispered against her ear, his warm breath causing her to shiver.

"Luis," she groaned as he continued to kiss her neck. "Mm…Luis." She surrendered herself to his kisses, tilting her head to give him more access.

"Come on, sweetie, open those big baby blues…"



Sheridan darted up and smacked right into Luis. He backed up and rubbed his sore chin. "Hey!"

Sheridan rubbed the top of her head and sighed. "You have got to stop doing that to me, Luis."

"Doing what?" he asked surprised. "You hit me."

"Not on purpose," she groaned.

He rolled his eyes. "I made us breakfast," he placed the wooden tray in her lap. "But your neck looked far more enjoyable and I had to come up with a way to wake you."

"A simple ‘rise and shine’ would have done nicely," Sheridan replied sarcastically. She looked down at the plate on the tray. "An omelet?"

"An extra large omelet with two types of cheese, mushrooms and ham," he smiled, knowing this was one of her favorites.

"Yummy!" she picked out a piece of ham and popped it into her mouth. "I always did love your cooking."

"Thanks," he grinned proudly. "I also brought you some juice, toast and coffee."

"I see that," she kissed his lips lightly. "What is all this for?"

"It is the start of the best Valentine’s Day you will ever have experienced so far, Miss Crane." He pulled a red rose out from behind his back. "Happy Valentine’s Day, my love."

"Oh, Luis, wherever did you get such a perfect rose?" Sheridan asked taking the rose and inhaling the fragrance.

"A fairy brought it to me," he winked.

She laughed. "You are far too good to me, Luis," she smiled. "And while I love just complimenting you until you are red in the face, darling, I’m starving and this omelet is just calling to me."

He laughed and picked up the fork, scooping some of the gooey omelet onto the end. "Open up."

Sheridan opened her mouth and waited for him to place the cheesy morsel into her mouth. When he did, she sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the taste of the meal. "Luis, this is spectacular."

"It’s an egg accident with added ingredients," he laughed.

She giggled. "I love egg accidents."

He laughed. "You’re so beautiful," he cupped her cheek and allowed his thumb gently caress it.

She blushed. "I’m not so beautiful…"

"But you are," he leaned in and kissed her gently. "I love you, Sherry."

"Love you more," she smiled.

"Doubt it," he pulled back and fed her another bite before stealing one for himself. They continued on this way until the plate was clear and on the floor; the contents of the tray having been knocked off the bed in a moment of passion, one of many that would be shared beneath the covers that morning.


Later, she was curled on her side; Luis spooned behind her rubbing her hip soothingly. Sheridan glanced at the broken glass on the floor. She shook her head and sighed. "Fifth one this week," she motioned to the dish.

He laughed. "Ironic how they all broke that way." Luis leaned in and kissed her neck and shoulder.

She giggled. "We need to learn how to *place* the tray onto something else," she snuggled her nude form closer to his.

He nuzzled her neck. "I know how to, but it kills the spontaneity," his kisses became gently nips. "When I’m around you I just can’t help it," he moaned against her neck.

"Mm…you can’t possibly be ready for another round with me, Officer…"

Luis groaned. "I can’t seem to keep my hands off of my unofficial fiancée."

She growled. "Then don’t."

He moaned. "Sheridan, you’re going to be the death of me yet…"

She glared at him. "Don’t even joke like that," she rolled so he was on his back. Smiling seductively, she straddled him. "Now…you were saying something about another round."

He smiled. "I believe I did," he pulled her down for a passionate kiss as they began another round of lovemaking.


Sheridan stood by the window looking out at a fresh layer of snow on the ground. After making love to Luis multiple times in the bedroom, they ended up in the shower where their passions ignited under the warm sprays. Sheridan giggled as she thought about it. She sure did love Luis and had proved it multiple times.

Sighing, she wished they could go outside for a while. The snow looked so inviting. Luis had said he would think about it. She hated when he said that. "I’ll think about it," she grumbled. Lately, that was the only thing he said when it came to anything but lovemaking. She could remember how the conversation went and prayed that he would let them get outside.


They stepped out of the shower and pulled two white fluffy towels around themselves. Sheridan turned and faced Luis who wrapped her in his arms. "That was amazing," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her lips lightly. He couldn’t believe how passionate she was this morning and he could feel his love for her consuming him.

"Mmm, it certainly was," she closed her eyes, slightly warn from the pure bliss he caused her. It had been exciting, but she was starting to feel groggy from the love they shared.

"Tired, princess?" he rubbed her back gently.

"A little," she leaned against him.

"Well, you can go lay down until I finish setting up for the day…"

"No!" she shook her head. "I don’t want to go back to bed."

"What would you like to do then?"

"Play in the snow…"

"Sheridan…"

"I’ve never built a snowman…or made snow angels…Luis I want to play in the snow." She begged. She didn’t know where the idea had come from; in fact, it hadn’t taken any thought at all to decide to go outside.

He sighed. "It isn’t really safe." The last thing Luis wanted was to chance losing her today of all days.

"Just as safe as you’re leaving me here alone…" she bickered, pulling away and crossing her arms.

Sighing, he knew she wouldn’t give this up and he wasn’t in the mood to argue. "I’ll think about it," he pecked her lips and left her standing in the bathroom alone.


Luis stopped in the doorway from the bedroom, watching Sheridan as she stared at the pure white flakes outside. Two feet of snow had fallen overnight and it was beautiful outside. The weather was just right for a snow day and Luis was finding it hard to ignore his own wish to go outside. It had been a long time since he stopped to play in the snow. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too terrible to grant her wish.

He watched as she pushed some hair behind her ear. God, she was beautiful. Walking over to her, he slid his arms around her waist. "Hey beautiful," he kissed her neck.

"Mmm...don't get too close," she smiled slyly, her voice was whispered, "my unofficial fiancée might come home soon."

He chuckled. "Lucky man to be marrying such a sexy woman."

"No, lucky lady," she replied.

He kissed her cheek. "Ready to start the day for lovers with me?" he asked seductively.

"Everyday is the day for lovers when I'm with you, Luis," she replied, leaning her back against him. "But I pretty much thought we started the lovers part…"

"Funny."
"I thought so. What did you have planned?"

He kissed her cheek and smiled. "Originally, some movies and a picnic indoors, but this little angel wanted to play outside in the snow and I’ve decided to grant her wish."

"Really!" she turned to face him.

"Really!" he replied

"Oh! I love you, Luis!" she leapt into his arms and kissed him.

"I love you too," he replied, leaning in to kiss her again. The kiss was short and sweet, but conveyed all the love he held for her. "Since it’s lunchtime, I'm going to go start lunch and you can set a blanket up on the floor. We’ll have our picnic and then go romp in the snow, all right?"

She nodded and watched him walk away. A bright smile danced on her lips and she was so pleased she would be getting her way. Walking to the linen closet, Sheridan pulled out a red and black plaid blanket and brought it over by the roaring fire. Smoothing it out, she added some pillows for them to rest on and waited patiently for Luis to return.

Resting back against the pillows, Sheridan wondered what made Luis plan such a romantic day. Perhaps he was going to make their engagement official? The thought excited her. She closed her eyes and imagined him on one knee asking her to marry him again. She knew this time that she would never say no. The only thing she hoped was that he asked soon, she wasn’t sure how long she could wait. She didn’t realize that she had been sitting thinking for nearly thirty minutes until Luis returned with lunch.

"Sheridan?" Luis appeared in front of her, a picnic basket in his arm.

"Oh, sorry, I was thinking about last night," Sheridan smiled.

"Really, anything in particular? He asked, sitting down beside her.

"No, just how happy you were last night. How happy we both were."

He smiled and set two places for them on the hearth. He placed the dishes and two wine glasses near them. Then, he removed a tray of lasagna.

"Luis! How did you make this so fast?"

"I started it this morning while you were asleep. It only had to be cooked."

"You amaze me," she watched him cut the lasagna into squares, the cheese literally oozing out from between the layers of noodles.

"Mama always said a good plan must be started early," he smiled, placing a square of the lasagna on her dish and one on his own. He then poured them each a glass of wine. Next, he pulled out some homemade garlic bread slices on a plate and placed it between them. "They are easy on the garlic," he teased.

She giggled. "This is wonderful!"

"I try," he smiled. Finally, he added a vase with four roses. "Brings the tally to five," he reminded her.

She smiled. "They’re beautiful, thank you."

"You’re welcome," he kissed her cheek. "Dig in," he motioned to the food.

Picking up her fork, she cut off a piece of the lasagna and lifted it to her mouth, slowly tasting it and withdrawing the fork. "Mmm."

"Good?"

"Wonderful."

"Thanks," he winked and began eating his own food. The two ate in comfortable silence, just enjoying being alone together, soft classical music playing while they ate.


After they finished eating, Luis cleaned up the picnic, leaving only the blanket and pillows on the floor for them to rest on. He returned, having finished cleaning up his mess in the kitchen and brought two cups of coffee. "I figure we can rest a little before heading outside."

"Can’t we go now?" she gave him her best-lost puppy face.

"You know I would love to, Sherry, but I think we should give ourselves some time to relax and digest our food."
"So we don’t get cramps?" she laughed. "You’re going to be a wonderful father."

He laughed too. "I’m in training."

"Come on, Luis, let’s just get outside and worry about cramps if they happen."

He sighed. "All right," he put the mugs down. "Get ready."

"Goodie!" She cheered and kissed his cheek as she ran into the bedroom to get her warmest coat.

He laughed. Sheridan was amazing. Sometimes, he forgot that she had a painful childhood and then he would do something simple, like take her out to play in the snow, and she would regress back to that little blond child who was making up for lost time. He pulled on his coat, boots and gloves and waited for Sheridan to return. Finally, she dashed into the living room and headed for the door. He chuckled.

"Excited?" he teased.

Sheridan froze, her hand inches from the doorknob. "Umm…yea."

"Going to leave without me?" he asked, joining her on the platform.

"Umm, no."

He chuckled and opened the door for her. "Ma’am."

She smiled. "Thank you," she walked outside and into the frosty air.

"What would you like to do first?" Luis asked.

Sheridan looked around. "I want to build a snow man and make snow angels and I have a sled in the cottage, so we can go sledding on the hill," she was getting more and more excited. "And snowball fights, Ethan and I always loved snowball fights…"
Luis laughed. "What would you like to do *first*?" he repeated.

"Snowmen."

"Snowmen it is," he replied. "Do you know how to build one?"

She looked down at the snow and shrugged. "Not really."

Luis demonstrated how to make the snowballs large enough to become the parts of a snowman. Together, they rolled the large balls of snow and stacked them to make a cute little snowman. Adding some old clothes, they dressed him.

"He needs a name," Sheridan smiled.

"Frosty?"

"Too cliché," she fixed his hat.

"Rudolf?"

"That’s a reindeer," she rolled her eyes.

"Don’t be so picky," he teased.

"I think he looks like a Luis," she winked.

"Luis the snowman, huh?"

"Sure…but he’ll be awfully lonely."

"Maybe we should make him a Sheridan," he smiled.

"Good idea," she bent and began to roll a snowball. While Luis was turned to start the second layer, she threw hers at him.

"HEY!" he turned and faced her.

"It was some run away snowball thrower…" she pointed at the area surrounding them.

"I’m sure it was," he looked at her. Finally, he threw his at her and missed.

"Ha ha!" she laughed, collecting another ball of snow and tossing it at his head. She knocked his hat off.

"HEY!" he started chasing her. He tackled her into the snow and they laughed. As the laughter subsided, the two began kissing.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips.

"I love you too," she replied, kissing him again.

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