It’s Time
Life & Your dreams don’t always align, but during the 2 years of knowing her, and now 12 months in to being married to Kira the dream was very much real. From the inception, to all the adventures we have had thus far shared. To moments of joy and jubilation. To the sad and poignant times it had been a heck of a ride.
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We were about to embark on the next chapter of this adventure. This was a big one, something we had talked about from very early on in the relationship. The Northern Lights Cruise along the Norwegian Coastline.
We arrived at the cruise terminal with plenty of time to spare and preceded through the multiple check-in points. After a while we found the cabin that would home for the next 8 days as we sailed the North Atlantic. The stewards were very friendly and helped us settle in and provided a quick briefing on the ins and outs of the ship.
When we were finally alone, we looked at each other, the glisten in Kira’s eyes never failed to make my heart swell. But today there was something else, she looked almost emotional as her eyes watered. I held her and drew her in for a kiss. The feel of holding her was always arousing but the moment was interrupted by the sounds of the ships horn as it prepared to depart. ‘Did you want to go up on deck and watch the ship leave port?’
The 2 years seemed impossibly short and richly full, indelibly etched on your mind and when recalled sort like re-watching your favourite movie . We had done more living than I’d managed in years before her. We had grown incredibly close, her smile, her laugh, the way she moved, the way she looked at me when we found each other, her scent, the way she slept.
Our story had begun in an interesting way, but the part I’ll always think of as the beginning was in Paris. Now I know there are 101 clichés to go with this city & love, but our first date actually wasn’t flashy or extravagant. We just met, fairly casually dressed, walked down narrow streets and boulevards, past cafés and live music, and other people living their lives. We ate street food, we laughed at me trying to converse in French, and we talked like time had politely stood still. Near the Eiffel Tower, glowing like it knew exactly what it was doing, we stopped. The first kiss wasn’t dramatic, it was soft, it was gentle and sensual without being sexy. It felt so right it was intoxicating.
It led us to the most natural, most sensual night of love making and that I had ever experienced. Leaving me with an embedded and seemingly insatiable desire for this woman that persists in every moment of my life and was there right on the deck of the ship as we pulled away from shore and headed on our journey to chase the northern aurora.
The air was sharp and clean, our exhaling breath curling into the cold air. The ship’s horn sounded low and confident, like it believed in where we were heading. I leaned on the railing, watching the port and then the city slide away into the depths of a vast ocean. I looked at Kira and my mind wandered to her earlier expression. She was bundled up, cheeks pink from the cold, eyes bright in that way that still stopped me mid-thought. But it was still there.
She looked at me deeply, smiled and slipped her hands into mine.
The ocean stretched ahead of us, dark and calm, and above it the sky waited—quietly, expectant, holding onto its promise of northern lights like a secret it was happy to keep for a while.
She grew quiet, not distant, just thoughtful. Then she turned to me and said, simply, “I think I’m ready for children.”
I raised an eyebrow, half-teasing, half-curious. “Oh yeah?”
She smiled, that familiar, steady smile—the one that had always meant she had determined exactly what she was saying. “I’m ready to start trying for a family.”
These words were a shock to me, no doubt, but they quickly settled in place in my chest. There was no rush, no panic. Just a deep, unmistakable rightness to how it felt. It was like a confirmation of something that was finally revealed even though you had known, or at least sensed, from the moment you first saw her.
I squeezed her hands, grinning perhaps like an idiot. “Good,” I said. “Because there is going to be a lot of opportunity practice here.”
As we held each other on the deck, the ship carried us forward into the cold, into the dark, into whatever came next. Somewhere above us, and not yet visible but already very real, the northern lights were forming. It seemed perfect that this adventure to witness one of nature wonders would now also be one of creating new life.
