167: Epilogue 1 - The Honeymoon

AFTER BOMA’S FULL RECOVERY

The trauma from Boma’s ordeal with Harry was fading, thanks to Donovan’s gentle care and devotion.

The school holiday was in full swing, and as promised, Donovan decided it was time for their honeymoon abroad.

THE HONEYMOON

Boma felt a mix of excitement and nerves as she sat beside Donovan on their flight. It was her first time flying, and though Donovan had wanted to book first class, she insisted on experiencing it in economy for her first time.

Donovan agreed on the condition that their return flight would be first class. This way, she would experience both options. Boma accepted.

Meeting each other halfway was becoming their norm, and Boma was beginning to enjoy the equality she had longed for.

Donovan, always wanting to see her happy, indulged her wishes, adjusting to this new dynamic of negotiation in their relationship.

His palm rested gently on her stomach as the plane began to take off. She breathed deeply, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. Donovan smiled down at her, his heart still overwhelmed by her miraculous survival. He wasn’t sure he could have lived without her. Now, more than ever, he knew—she was his everything.

“Our unborn child, you, and I on our honeymoon. Isn’t it amazing?” he whispered, his voice warm.

“It’s- awesome,” she replied, her voice tinged with both thrill and nerves.

“Don’t be scared, baby.”

“D,” she whispered. “I’m scared, but thrilled.”

As the plane continued to climb, Boma felt the pull of gravity and the vibrations of the ascent.

“I know, baby. But hey, at least this isn’t like the Titanic,” he teased.

“This is worse,” she replied, her breath shallow.

He chuckled softly. “I know. But you’ll be fine, sweetheart. Just close your eyes and take a deep breath. I’m here with you.”

Boma followed his advice, closing her eyes and taking in the moment. She was scared, but happy, finding comfort in Donovan’s presence. Their journey had been long and difficult, but at that moment, with her husband beside her and their future ahead of them, she finally felt at peace.

THE HONEYMOON: SWEET ESCAPE

The warm breeze of the tropical island welcomed Boma and Donovan as they stepped off the resort's boat. Palm trees swayed lazily in the wind, and the scent of the ocean mingled with tropical flowers filled the air.

Boma felt the sun on her skin and marvelled at the turquoise water stretching out before them. It was paradise, just as Donovan had promised.

They spent their days exploring the island, hand in hand, visiting the local markets, tasting exotic fruits, and taking boat rides to hidden coves.

Donovan often watched Boma, enjoying the sight of her face lighting up with excitement. She was radiant, and he loved seeing her this happy, free from the shadows of the past.

One day, they hiked up a scenic mountain trail to witness the island’s famous waterfall. As they stood together, the mist from the cascading water brushing their skin, Boma turned to Donovan with a soft smile. “It feels surreal, D.” she said, her eyes filled with wonder.

“It does,” Donovan agreed, pulling her close. “But I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Especially not without you.”

They took a picture at the waterfall—Boma’s laughter caught mid-motion as Donovan kissed her cheek. It was a moment she wanted to remember forever.

That night, back in their resort room, they shared a private dinner on their balcony overlooking the ocean. Candles flickered in the gentle breeze, and the stars seemed to shine brighter than ever.

After dinner, they made a video call to their families out there at their table on the cozy balcony. First, Boma’s parents appeared on the screen. Her mother’s face lit up with joy as soon as she saw her daughter. “You look so happy, Boma! We’re thrilled for you.”

“I am, Mama,” Boma said, her hand intertwined with Donovan’s. “Donovan has been wonderful.”

Her father nodded approvingly. “Take care of her, Donovan.”

“I always will, sir,” Donovan replied with a smile.

Next came the call with Donovan’s parents and younger siblings. His sisters waved excitedly, peppering them with questions about the island and the honeymoon. Boma laughed at their enthusiasm, feeling highly welcomed into the fold of Donovan’s family.

Their last call was with Donovan’s grandfather, Ronald, and his wife. Boma noticed a difference right away. Ronald, usually stern and reserved, was sitting with his arm gently around his wife, who smiled warmly beside him. There was a new tenderness between them.

“We’re glad you’re enjoying yourselves,” Ronald said, his voice softer than usual. His wife rested her hand on his knee, something Boma found warm and intimate coming from the two. The professor had once been so afraid of him, but now, there was a quiet love between them. Boma was glad about their progress.

Donovan smiled at the sight. “It’s good to see you two like this, Grandfather.”

Ronald’s wife spoke up, her voice filled with emotion. “I’m happy that we found our way. As you know, he often gives credit to you young fellows.” She smiled and the young couple smiled, glad to have positively influenced the older couple.

“I think we learned from you two—you’ve found mutual understanding so early. Hold on to that.” Ronald said.

Boma’s heart swelled at his words, and as they ended the call, Donovan kissed her on the forehead. “It’s nice to see them happy, isn’t it?” he said.

Boma nodded. “It makes me appreciate what we have even more. We’re so lucky to have found our way early.”

“All thanks to love.” Said Donovan.

Boma posed a teasing smile. “So, what happens if I happen to break your rules.” She lightly taunted.

His eyes, narrowed at her. “You don’t want to be spanked, do you?”

“Oh, D. I was kidding.”

He chuckled. “Me too, love. But, no need testing your Papa. He loves you, more so now, in fact, too much to see you cry.”

Touched by his words she embraced him and he held her close, planting a kiss on her forehead that travelled down to her lips as his finger tilted up her chin. She responded and they began to share a kiss that sparked the flames of desired intimacy.

Donovan quickly ended it. Boma didn’t question this. She knew about the doctor’s advise for them to abstain or be gentle if they were to make love. Her pregnancy was considered delicate due to the trauma she had endured with Harry.

Donovan held her close, caressing her cheek gently.

“I think Ronald and his wife found their balance, just like we have.” She said.

Donovan smiled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “They did, and I’m glad. I don’t want us to ever lose what we have.”

“We won’t,” Boma said softly.

“We’ll keep growing together.” Donovan said, their hands intertwined, and they shared a quiet kiss, sweet and full of promise.

THE HONEYMOON: A CAREFUL LOVE

They eventually went to bed, full of love and desire for each other. Boma and Donovan found themselves in their bedroom. The night was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of the ocean waves lapping against the shore outside their window. T

he soft glow of moonlight spilled into the room, casting a serene and intimate ambiance.

Boma rested her head against Donovan’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her. His hand traced slow, gentle circles on her back as they lay together in the afterglow of a perfect day. But she could sense a slight hesitation in him, as if he was holding something back.

She tilted her head to look up at him, catching his gaze. “What’s on your mind?” she asked softly.

Donovan’s hand stilled, his eyes clouded with concern. “I want you- I always want you,” he began, his voice low and warm. “But I’m worried, Boma. Remember what the doctor said. Your pregnancy is fragile, and after everything you’ve been through- I don’t want to do anything that could harm you or our child.”

Boma smiled tenderly at his protective nature. “I understand, D. I love how much you care. The doctor said to be careful, but he didn’t say we couldn’t share love.”

Donovan was pleased. Her words told him she wanted him too.

“D, I need you.” She confessed. “I think, right now, i need you more than you need me.”

“B.”

“Yes, D.”

Donovan exhaled, brushing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I need you more.”

“I-“

“Shh” he gently hushed her, one finger, gentle across her lips. “Don’t argue, baby girl. “I need you more, always.” His gave was hot upon hers, his aquamarine eyes ever so attractive and alluring.

Boma’s breath caught in her throat. She was speechless.

“I just need to be gentle with you, and I will. I don’t want to hurt you, ever.”

Boma placed her hand on his cheek, her thumb stroking his jawline. “You won’t hurt me. I trust you completely.”

His lips found hers in a slow, lingering kiss, filled with all the love and restraint that spoke to the depth of his feelings. There was a new kind of sweetness between them now, a careful consideration of each other’s well-being that only strengthened their bond.

As they undressed and lay together beneath the covers, Donovan’s touch was tender, every movement filled with care. He held her close, his fingers brushing over her skin like whispers, as though he was trying to memorize every curve, every line of her body without causing her any discomfort. His kisses were gentle, his hands reverent, as though she was something precious and fragile in his arms.

Boma responded with equal tenderness, her hands caressing his chest, her heart full as they shared love in a way that felt more intimate than ever.

The warning from the doctor hung in the air, but it didn’t diminish the passion between them. If anything, it made their connection even deeper, more meaningful, as Donovan was attentive to her every need, listening to her body, making sure she was comfortable, loved, and cherished.

Their movements were slow and deliberate, a careful dance of affection that reflected the unspoken promise between them—to protect each other, to love each other, and to grow together in this new chapter of their lives.

They both drew towards the height of ecstasy, revelling and welcoming the pleasurable shared release.

When it was over, Donovan held Boma tightly, his hand resting over her abdomen where their unborn child grew. “I love you so much,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “I’ll always be careful with you.”

Boma smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled into his embrace. “I know. And I love you for it.”

They lay together in the quiet, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s love, as the gentle waves outside lulled them into a peaceful sleep.

Their connection was stronger than ever, built on trust, love, and the promise of a life they would continue to build together.