Khaat had never seen Steven looking so rough first thing in the morning. He really was better about his appearance normally than that. "Breakfast on deck or down below, Khaat?" Angus asked her.
"Is on deck okay?" Khaat asked.
"FIne," Angus said. He flicked his wand and conjured a canvas canopy over the deck to keep the drizzle off. In what seemed like seconds, his brothers had set up a table in the middle of the deck benches on the rear deck, under the canopy. They'd spread a blue tablecloth over the table and set the table for breakfast with three crystal vases of white roses as the centerpieces. As requested, Angus made a batch of mimosas with fresh squeezed orange juice and the finest Italian prosecco and poured it into champagne flutes.
Breakfast was Eggs Benedict, a cheesy potato casserole in individual ramekins, and a fruit salad of the finest fresh fruit that the market had had that morning. There was plenty of tea and coffee on hand as well. It looked and smelled incredible. The last thing Angus did was to light a row of tealight candles down the center of the table.
"Gentlemen, you could escort your ladies to breakfast now," Angus said. Brian walked off the bridge, his own coffee in hand, and he took Khaat's hand. He kissed her slowly, deeply, lovingly. It had surprised her a bit. He could make her heart melt easier than he realized.
"I dreamed about us growing old together and taking care of our great grandchildren," he whispered to her in her ear. "And you were still the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth." It made her smile and blush just slightly.
"You'd stay that long with me? No matter what?" she asked, nuzzling him.
"I didn't convince you last night?" he asked. "And after all these years I've been with you? What are you so afraid of?"
"That I'm going to wake up and you'll be gone," she confessed, staring at her t shirt.
"Look at me," he raised her face to look at him. "And hear me. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I love you. You are never, ever going to wake up and find me gone. Not ever. Just get that out of your head. Or you're just going to make me spend forever loving you so much and so hard that there isn't any room for that fear exist anymore."
"Promise me?" she asked.
"I swear," he said. "Come on. Come to breakfast with me." She took a step and her right ankle gave way on her. He caught her easily. He heard the loud crunching sound that came from her ankle. He accio'd her stick from where she had left it behind in the cabin and it came up stairs and snapped promptly into his hand. He pressed it into hers. "There. Use that. Angus, bring some sports tape, please. Come sit, Baby." He led her to the table and sat her on the end of one of the benches. Angus brought the tape, and Brian quickly removed her sneakers, taped up both ankles and put her shoes back on. "Better?" he asked.
"Yes. Thank you," she said.
"The deck is slippery because of the mist. Its not giving you as secure a surface to walk. Its why you twisted your ankle," Angus said. "That should help secure your step. You need some pain potion?"
"No, I've got it," Brian said. He laid his hand on her forehead and drew off the aching in her ankles. "Now? Better?"
"Much," she said.
"Then its time for breakfast. What's the champagne for, Angus?"
"Khaat requested it. She asked for a batch of mimosas for us this morning."
"Um...okay," Brian shrugged. "I like champagne for breakfast. Works for me. Come eat, all."
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