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Levi
I GAZED FROM THE BED, naked except for the sheet that covered me, as my wife read the article on her tablet. She sat in the middle of the bed, her feet tucked under her thighs, wearing my shirt, which made her sexier than if she were wearing nothing at all.
"Ms. Edwards was the first to crack the code.
With her diligent and rigorous research, she was able to uncover a key that Johnson used in his letters.
With that, she unlocked the secrets that were held back from us for five hundred years.
Together with the Mistresses Mothers and Queens Society, Ms. Edwards and Professor Hawthorne uncovered the burial site of the princes in the tower.
Historians are working with the Royal Family to see if they can provide a DNA sample to match with the bones, but other historians say the case is as good as solved.
Ahhhh!" she said, waving the tablet. "I'm in the fucking New York Times! "
"You're in more than that. You're in the goddamn history books," I said, crawling over to her and exposing her shoulder and kissing it. "My amazing wife. I'm so lucky to be married to you."
She ignored me. Her gaze was still on the article. Frowning, she said, "They make it sound as though I did all alone. You are the one who made it happen."
"Are you still trying to give me credit I don't deserve? If it weren't for you, this wouldn't have happened. We would still be trying to decode it."
"Okay, fine. But you still get credit for buying those letters.
" She threw the tablet onto the bed and leaned in to receive my kiss.
She tasted so sweet. I didn't want to let her go.
We had spent the last two days of our Aspen honeymoon in bed doing nothing else but making love, and things were veering close to us spending the rest of the third day the same way.
I was fine keeping her to myself for the entire honeymoon.
This was the first time in a long time we’ve been together alone.
We spent Christmas at Redwood Hall to the delight of my mother and my brothers.
Before that, we had been busy fielding calls from journalists and fellow historians who wanted information on the discovery.
If I hadn’t come up with an idea for a honeymoon, who knows, we could be stuck in a studio filming a documentary.
When I laid her down on the bed, my body sliding above hers, she pressed her hands to my chest and said,
"You promised to teach me skiing," she pouted.
I sighed. I should not have made that promise. "Promises can be broken if something better comes up."
"I don't know. I like skiing." She took advantage of my slight surprise to slide from under me and get out of bed.
"Come on," she said, making her way to the shower. "I need to learn what a snowplow is!"
I groaned even though I knew I would follow her every step to the ends of the earth if need be. I was hers and she was mine. Finally. I could not be happier.
The End.