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of her hated for the day to
end but the other half of her couldn’t wait for it to be over.
    And finally, it was. She’d had her shower and
he was in the shower now. She was in his bed with her nighty on.
She didn’t even wear underpants to bed anymore. Finally he came
into the room, in just his shorts. First, he walked over and got
something out of his dresser drawer and then he sat on the side of
the bed.
    “I saved my allowance to get you a birthday
present,” he said handing her a small gift-wrapped box.
    She opened it to reveal a ring with a
heart-shaped sapphire in a gold mounting. It wasn’t a huge stone
but it wasn’t tiny either.
    “It’s your birthstone.”
    “Oh, Rafe, it’s so beautiful. I’ve never had
a ring before.”
    “Put it on and make sure it fits.”
    She slipped it onto her right ring finger.
“It’s perfect.”
    “I don’t ever want you to take it off, Lane,
not ever. It means you belong to me. You’ve belonged to me since
the day you were born and you always will. Say it, Lane, I want to
hear you say it.”
    “I belong to you, Rafe.”
    He grinned. “Okay, now that that’s taken care
of, let’s have some fun.”
    He stood up and dropped his pants on the
floor, then got into bed beside her. He kissed her neck and tickled
her nipples and ran his fingers along the insides of her thighs and
across her mound, lightly, teasingly, until she was saying, “I
can’t wait any longer, Rafe, I can’t wait any longer!” And then he
got on top of her and put himself inside her and feeling him there,
almost like a part of her, was the best thing yet. She just started
going off like firecrackers on the Fourth of July.
    “Wrap your legs around me, Lane, and come up
to meet me.”
    As he moved back and forth inside her, the
fireworks got bigger and louder and brighter until they were
melting into one another.
    “Oh, Rafe, that’s so wonderful!”
    “Shhhh, Honey.”
    She felt him moving in and out harder and
harder and then she felt him push extra hard until he gave a little
groan and slumped down on top of her, breathing hard.
    “Are you all right, Rafe?”
    “I’m perfect, Laney.”
    Finally, he got up and went into the
bathroom, bringing back a warm wet cloth to wash her.
    “You bled just a little. Did it hurt?”
    “If it did, I didn’t notice because it felt
so good at the same time.”
    He smiled. “That’s what’s supposed to happen.
It’s supposed to feel good.”
    “It did, Rafe. I loved it. It was my best
present ever.”
    “Do you love me, Lane?”
    “You know I love you more than anything.”
    “Tell me how much.”
    “Whatever the highest number is in the world,
Rafe, I love you way more than that.”
    *
    The next day, Saturday, he told her they
needed to talk.
    “I think we’d better tell the folks we want
to move into our own bedrooms.”
    “But I like being in here with you right next
to me, Rafe.”
    “I know but we’re getting too old to be
sleeping in the same room. I’m almost twelve. That’s too old to be
sleeping in a nursery with my sister. I’ll tell them you still have
nightmares sometimes and to put us next door to each other.”
    “I’d rather just stay the way we are.”
    “I know, but we can’t. Don’t worry, Sweetie.
Don’t I always fix it so it’s okay?”
    *
    “Mom, I think it’s time that Lane and I had
our own bedrooms. We’re getting a little too old to still be in the
nursery together.”
    “Why, yes, Rafe, I suppose you’re right. But
where can we put you? I hate to take Morgan and Wyatt’s rooms even
though they don’t come home that often. (Morgan was an attorney
now, living in New York, and Wyatt was a Lieutenant in the
Army).”
    “No, I don’t want to take anyone else’s room.
How about those two little rooms at the end of the hall with the
bathroom in between that used to be the nurse’s bedroom and sitting
room? They’re small but they’re big enough for us. We’ll have our
privacy but they have that door