"This is beautiful!" August singsonged as she twirled around, falling into Michael's arms.
"Be careful, sweetie, you almost fell," he scolded gently.
"I'm sorry, Michael," she said, pouting her lips.
"Aww... Baby! No need to be sorry. I just want you to be careful and keep the baby safe," he replied concernedly.
During the past few days, Michael had become a nervous wreck over August's pregnancy. He knew that the baby was healthy, but he had become overly cautious of everything she did.
"So, what would you like to do first?" Michael asked as he kissed her neck softly.
"Mmm... Baby, we just got off the plane. I'm pretty tired." she replied, stretching out her arms while yawning.
"Ok, let's take a nap, and then we can explore when you have a bit more energy," he said while leading her to the master bedroom.
For their honeymoon, Michael had rented a three-bedroom beach villa on the private island of Voavah in Maldives. The villa was directly located on the beach, surrounded by white sand and faced towards the Indian ocean. He wanted their honeymoon to be amazing and enjoyed without interruption.
Michael and August had fallen asleep in a spooning position. He loved lying behind her while he caressed her stomach. Michael knew that massaging her baby-bump was both soothing for her and the baby. He also loved doing it because he wanted to connect with the baby before she was born.
"Michael, honey... Are you awake?" August asked, just as the baby gave her a little kick.
"Yes, I'm awake, and apparently someone else is too," he laughed.
"Michael, don't laugh so soon. She is a feisty little one and will probably keep us up all night once she is born."
"I'm sure she is going to be a good baby. None of my other kids cried throughout the night."
"Ok, Michael, I'll take your word for it," she replied doubtfully.
"Hey baby, there is something I want to show you!" He shouted as he sprung from the bed.
"What is it, Michael?"
"It's a surprise. Come on! Let's go," he exclaimed.
Later that evening, Michael and August took a walk along the beach. Upon stepping out of the door, August was utterly floored by what she saw.
"Oh my goodness, this is amazing, Michael! How does it do that?"
"The water glows blue at night due to 'bioluminescence.' The sparkly lights in the ocean are actually from living organisms." He explained, seeming to be very knowledgeable about the phenomenon.
"Ah, sweetie, you're so smart. This is incredible! Is it safe to walk along the edge of the shore?"
"Yes, it's safe, but wait, I want to take a picture of you first."
Michael helped August sit down in the sand where glowing blue lights had washed ashore. Seeing her surrounded by magic brought tears to his eyes. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
"Baby, place your hands on your stomach, now look down and smile," he said quickly, as he directed her on how to pose.
August had done as Michael instructed, and the photo turned out gorgeous.
"I can't wait for you to see this, My God! You're so beautiful."
"Aww, thanks, baby. Can I see it?" August asked, reaching for his camera.
"Not yet, sweetie. I'll show it to you when we get back into the states," he said, pulling the camera away from her.
As they walked along the beach, August noticed that they were leaving a trail of sparkly footprints! "Oooh, Michael. Take a picture!" she yelled joyfully.
"Haha," he laughed out loud at her excitement. It warmed his heart to see that she was truly enjoying their honeymoon thus far.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, after hearing her stomach growl.
"Yes, the baby says it's time for nourishment," she quipped.
Michael had made plans before their arrival to have dinner on the beach. Though the island was private, it was maintained by a small staff 24/7.
When they approached the dinner site on the beach, August gushed gleefully. It had been set up with a beach bed and table set, surrounded by soft glowing tiki lights.
"Wow! Mr. Jackson, you sure know how to impress a girl" She chuckled.
"Not just any girl, but my wife, remember?" He spoke softly while gently cupping her chin in his hand.
After they finished eating, they talked for a little while and enjoyed the feel of the cool ocean breeze upon their skin. This was the most relaxed they had felt in a long time. It was a much-needed break from the last few months of busyness they had endured.
"Michael, can we just move here? I never want to leave. It's so beautiful and peaceful," She expressed happily.
"I'm happy you're enjoying our honeymoon sweetie, I'll make sure we visit often," he smiled.
Michael and August both became suddenly quiet when they had run out of words to say. He then stared deeply into her eyes from across the table, as he bit down on his bottom lip.
Getting up from the table, Michael walked behind her to give her a massage. "Mmm... That feels so good, baby," she sighed deeply.
"I'm glad that it does. I always want to make you feel good," he spoke seductively.
Michael helped August to her feet so that he could kiss her more comfortably. His body ached for her, but he felt something more profound. "How can it be possible to love her even more? He thought silently to himself.
Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
"Please be careful, Michael."
"I've got you August, and surprisingly I can still lift you," he teased.
"My feelings are hurt... I don't wanna ki---"
Michael cut her off mid-sentence with the most sensual kiss he had ever given her. He kissed her lips slowly as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth, biting and sucking on her lower lip lightly.
"Can we make love, sweetheart? I need to feel you. I grow weak without the touch of you," he spoke breathlessly.
"Yes, Michael. I've missed feeling you inside of me; your love sustains me, sweetie."
After Michael put August down on her feet, he got into the bed and motioned her over.
"We can't make love on the beach! What if we get caught?" She cried out, cautiously looking around the island.
"August... It's a private island, and no one is around for miles. The staff here asks for permission before entering the Villa. I told them that we are not to be disturbed tonight".
Once August finally gave in to his request, she got on top of him. Holding her steady, he stroked her cheek slowly as he caressed her body with his other hand. When August began to take her clothes off, he stopped her and proceeded to undress her.
"I want you to relax, let me take care of you," he spoke deliciously.
When they were both completely naked, Michael guided her love-box over his aching wand. His body shivered when their bodies connected.
As they made love, Michael let the sound of the ocean waves dictate his rhythm and force. He felt at one with August, as a lone tear escaped down his cheek.
When August saw that he was crying, she kissed his tear and whispered, "I belong to you, Michael. I always have and always will."