334 a bride always needs an emotional support system

I looked at the water in fascination, observing the way the dark hair floated around Natha's face. He looked peaceful there, underwater, away from all the voices in the world, away from the screaming thoughts.

The silver eyes opened slowly, and he pulled himself up to the surface, pressing his smiling lips onto mine. The silver eyes were as bright as a full moon, and he looked strangely at ease this morning.

Mother, he was so beautiful.

"Why don't you build a pool here?" I asked, slipping myself back into his lap as he leaned back against the side of the tub.

"We have a perfectly nice lake," 

"Oh, right!" I clapped my hand and scolded my foolish memory. "But...we never use it?"

"Do you want to?" Natha raised his brow.

I scratched my cheek and replied sheepishly. "Well...you look nice in the water."

"I see," he tilted his head, lips curled up on one side. "So you want to have sex in the water."