As soon as Timothy and Jude booked a room in the nearest hotel for 48 hours until tomorrow afternoon as their flight to Boston is at 6 o'clock in the evening, the couple can rest after their exhausting, long flight at last.

Jude just laid down to nap under the silk blanket on the king-sized bed, whilst Timothy was reading a magazine. When he told his wife about his promise to phone Valerie and how are the children, he actually thought of calling her later on, as a result of the difference in the time zones between Ireland and the USA.

The magazine he was reading as his eyeglasses were on his nose tip as he was sitting on a chair, was actually about unsolved mysteries that grabbed instantly his attention from first sight. The sun rays that swept in the opened curtains window, illuminated the vintage hotel room that was located on 4th floor.

Furthermore, the hotel room that they had reserved was posh one. With three chairs encircling a round table, night stands from both sides of the king-sized bed, a wardrobe that stood next to the French window with open curtains. Two abstract, alluring pictures hanging on the Bordeaux red walls. A porcelain floral vase stumbled on the right night stand with artificial Bordeaux roses that ideally matched with the room's walls. There was an en-suite-bathroom and a balcony. An unplugged retro red radio laid on the round table. Right in the middle. A retro phone laid on the left night stand. The room wasn't that large at all. It can be portrayed rather as a spacious, snug and comfortable enough for a couple in love or just two people. Like Howards for example.

The atmosphere was more than serene. Serene, in fact far away from the problems and bigger crowds. Whereas, on other hand, they hadn't the same feeling like they are in Boston with their friends and children. There was a ginormous difference between their trip to Dublin and their hometown Boston. A ginormous difference.

Howsoever, they were having a great time at Dublin.

Once he peeped over his magazine to look at his unconscious wife, whose faint snore floated in the silent room. His peep over turned into a stare with drastically growing smile on his shining face. He adored so much to watch how his wife was sweetly sleeping, despite the slightly exasperating snooring sounds that had hurted his ears.

When his eyelids built its heavier ounce, he determined himself to take a nap as he left the magazine on the round table, taking off his eyeglasses, walking up to the large bed as he kicked off his shoes, joining his asleep wife, laying against her back, clasping his big, muscular arms around her waist as their distances diminished. Her flowery hair's scent reached his nostrils, intoxicating his body with her fragrance that left abundance of traces which will never dare to leave him. Since it's his right hand, his rare bird, his wife, the love of his life that he have already devoted to.

***

In the interim, the young maid slept on the king-sized bed where the couple always slept and napped, as she didn't have a lot of choice, besides the idea of sleeping on the couch downstairs wasn't a good idea either too. She wore nothing special but her panties that covered her bare, slender body under the silky blanket that blanketed every inch of her creaminess. As an addition, the another reason why slept en-suite bedroom to the children's room was to be aware in case if either of the twins or both commence to cry, squeal or joggle their bassinets.

Little before bed, she had the opportunity to call her partner Velika and her daughter within a few minutes to hear them, speaking to one another about daily, cliché stuff.

"It's amazing to sleep here. It's so spacious unlike my bed." The red-haired maid thought to herself as she was ultimately alone with her thoughts.

She really liked Howards' king-sized bed, besides their house. Furthermore, she was a splendid housekeeper and babysitter. She was doing her work with immense passion and enthusiasm.

***

2 hours later... 

When Jude woke up from her nap as her eyes opened that used to protect them from the August bright sun, she felt something that warmed her lower back, a smug curling up across her lips as she peeped over her shoulder to behold her husband. He was sleeping yet, cuddling with his wife. Her messy bun laid on the pillow. She turned to his side, scarcely attempting to wake him up.

Further, she was feeling much better and less sleepier than she used to be a few hours ago. It was almost lunch time as she pinched his nose tip, giggling inwardly as he stirred, slowly opening his drowsy chocolate eyes as he was met with vigorous, amorous hazel ones that darted to him.

A wee grin spread across his face as it lit his face. He was more than beatific to be with his wife and share mutually their stuff.

"Hi sweetheart." She exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hi." He said in velvety voice as they kissed sweetly as they pursued for one another's lips.

"How are you?" She enquired enthusiastically and caringly.

"I am excited. How about you?"

"I am either too." His hand reached for her messy bun, untying her hair from the bun as her exempted glossy golden hair ruffled all over her cotton pillow. Another hand of his cupped her cheek. 

"Are you still sleepy, honey?" 

"No." She purred softly.

"Oh." His mammoth hand buried in her long curly strands that tickled his knuckles, his fingers playing with her hair gently. Further, he gasped questionably. "It looks like somebody is going to be a night bird tonight." He teased her with his dry sense of humor.

"We will see." She responded with mocking voice and a chuckle in the same time. He joined her chuckle as well.

Then their noses rubbed together as Jude didn't stop to purr, besides inwardly hum. Stretched her bare feet as reached for his, slightly, playfully kicking.

"We haven't even thought what are we going to do tonight, dear."

"I know. We are going to gradually build our plans."

"How about to phone Val?"

"Judy, it's 5 o'clock in the morning in Boston." Timothy clarified as he removed his hand from her cheek, thereafter pinching frolically her nose, despite their lack of space between their faces. 

"Oh, my bad." She ironised herself as she cackled. "I am the silly Sister."

"...A Monsignor with a silly Sister. The perfect matching." They didn't stop ridiculing one another. "You are not actually silly, Sister."

"Father...how dare you to call me Sister?" She growled sarcastically.

"How dare you to call me Father even Monsignor?" He responded her as they exchanged mutually grins.

"The one who dares me to call you Sister."

Afterwards a loud, guttural laugh escaped their mouths as tears started welling in their eyes from their humor and jokes.

***

After they rested for a while, they determined to leave their hotel room as they wanted to discover the Irish capital with its arcane, but enthralling and unknown surroundings around them. 

Therefor, Jude changed her outfit as she dressed up herself in more casual garments. A long, large sized white shirt with a handful of undone buttons that revealed her delicious collarbones and neck, leather black trousers hugging her legs as the leather clinged, highlighting her ideal shapes, wood platform sandals shielding her feet as she wore oversized sunglasses, concealing, however, resisting her mesmerizing hazel eyes from the shining sun. As an addition, she wore her hair down. 

As they walked down the crowded Dublin streets, holding each other's hands as they were more than curious to discover the modest city. They had passed plenty of walking strangers that encircled them. 

Their eyes traveled to everywhere. Gaping at every corner of their surroundings. In awe, of course.

All of a sudden, it started raining as the shady, solid clouds trapped the bright sun, starting to pour down rain drops, swarming everything as the couple were amused it began raining, opting to find a place where they can hide and wait until it stops. 

Fortunately, they sped up as they found a cafe where they pushed the big door, entering in the almost empty facility as there weren't many people at all. The cafe wasn't small at all. It was rather spacious, medium sized one. 

As soon as they ordered their coffees, they took their seats next to the window as they had an access to look out the window, watching the rain peppering everything outside. Eventually, the waiter served their coffees as they drank their caffeine beverages, staring out at the window, speaking to each other.

To be continued...