A HONEYMOON FOR THREE (Chapter 126)

"How's your pina colada?" Sophie asked Warren.

"Just perfect. How's your daiquiri?"

"Just as perfect." She leaned back in her lounge chair, letting the sun bear down on her bikini-clad body. "This is the life, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh." He looked down in between his chair and Sophie's. "We're gonna have to put somebody in a serious bath when we get back to the room. She's covered in sand."

Sophia looked down and giggled. "Hey, Betsy. Having a good time?"

"Mama!" Betsy chirped.  She was sitting in the sand, merrily playing with it. 

"You should take her in the water, Snugglebear," Sophie suggested.

"In a bit." He started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Sophie asked.

"I just keep thinking of that desk clerk when we checked in last night," Warren said with a laugh. "That was so funny. I loved it how he looked at his computer, said, 'Oh, yes, you're in the honeymoon suite,' and then saw Betsy. And looked at the computer. And looked at Betsy. And looked at the computer." 

"I know," Sophie snorted. "Hey, you'd think we were the only people that ever had a kid before they got married."

"Well, I don't know if bringing the kid on the honeymoon is all that common."

"Yeah, but neither of us wanted to be away from her for a week. Plus, I'm not quite ready to wean her yet," Sophie said. "I definitely didn't want to worry about weaning on my honeymoon."

"Hey, I wanted her here, too."

"Dad actually questioned it," Sophia told him. "I told him, listen. We're going to Aruba. Which means we're either going to be lounging on the beach, or having sex. Betsy likes lounging on the beach, and she sleeps through the sex. So what's the problem?"

Warren cracked up. "My sentiments exactly. Though I can't wait to tell her when she's older that she was along on our honeymoon. She should crack up at that when she's sixteen or so."

"She's my child, Warren. Sixteen? Try twelve," Sophie said, deadpan.

"Oh Jesus. Things to look forward to," Warren grinned.

"We've actually never discussed that," Sophia told him. "When she gets older, I mean. When she starts getting interested in you-know-what. What do you think? How are we going to handle this?"

"An open book," Warren said definitively. Sophie nodded in approval. "With emphasis on not getting pushed into anything  she doesn't feel good about."

"Oh, I knew I loved you," Sophia said.

"You lost your virginity at 12, and it sucked. And we need to tell her that, and we need to tell her why it sucked. But, let's not forget, I lost mine at 14, and it was glorious. If she loses it at 14, she wants to do it, and she enjoys herself? As long as she's doing it for her, and as long as she's protected to the hilt." He grinned at her. "And if she ever goes to Japan, warn her about that pesky International Date Line."

Sophie laughed. "You know what? Now, with her here? I wouldn't change a thing."

"Neither would I," Warren agreed.

"However," Sophie smirked, "since I definitely don't want number two until we stop skating, I'm going to have to be careful. Worlds are in Beijing this year."

"Good point." He looked at his drink. "How's your daiquiri doing? Need another?"

Sophie took a pull on the straw. Her drink emptied with a resounding "slurp". "I do now," she giggled. "You going up?"

"Sure." He leaned from the lounge chair to the bag they had brought, and retrieved his wallet. There was an outdoor bar right at the beach, attached to their hotel.

"You love this, don't you? The loving husband, able to go refill his wife's drink," Sophie giggled.

"Well, that's why I didn't just pick a tropical paradise, I picked a tropical paradise with a drinking age of eighteen." He stood up, leaned over, and kissed his wife. "Be right back, Pookie."

"I'll be waiting, Snugglebear." He took off, and she sighed happily. Then she looked over beside her chair. She reached over and picked Betsy up. Betsy gurgled happily.

"How are you doing, little one? Hey, that Daddy of yours is pretty swell, isn't he?"

"Dada," Betsy chirped.

"I agree," Sophia giggled. "I think we'll keep him, huh?." She looked at her daughter, being held in her arms. "Daddy wasn't kidding, though, was he? You're a walking sand dune. And you're getting it all over Mama."

"Mama!" Betsy said.

"Yeah, yeah. When Daddy gets back I think we'll have to go dunk you in the ocean." Just then, Sophia got a kiss on her forehead and a drink at her side. "It's my two favorite girls," Warren said. "What are we talking about?"

"Betsy and I have decided to keep you," Sophie giggled.

"That's a good thing," Warren grinned. "I would've hated to go through all that wedding rigamarole for nothing."

"Uh-uh. You're stuck with me, and you know it."

Warren laughed. "When Crash and I were waiting for you to come down the aisle, he asked me if I was ready for the ol' ball and chain. I told him that if you were a ball and chain, I'd take it."

"Oh, you say the sweetest things."

"Yes, I do. And what do I get back? 'Oh, I guess we'll keep him,'" Warren teased.

Sophie grinned at him, and then stood up. She set Betsy down in the lounge chair, wrapped her arms around Warren, and gave him a long, slow kiss. "That better?" she giggled.

"Much."

"Good. Let's take our kid down to the water and de-sand her."

"Good plan," Warren agreed. He scooped Betsy up in his right hand, and wrapped his left one around Sophia's waist. She did the same to his waist, and the headed down to the water. They strolled right in.

"Wow, it's like bath water!" Sophie exclaimed.

"Yeah," Warren laughed, "that's because we're used to Hampton Beach, where the water temperature might hit 68 on a good day." They walked together to where the water came above Warren's waist. He held Betsy to his chest and dipped, getting her wet. She went nuts!

Sophie laughed, watching Betsy giggle and squirm in Warren's arms, splashing the water. Warren held his arms out with her in them, and zoomed her around in the water. She flapped her arms and kicked her feet, laughing the whole time.

"Wow. She's a fish!" Sophie exclaimed.

"Sure is. Hey, she always has loved bath time."

"You're right."

Warren took her and dunked her, all the way. He did it quickly, but was trying to get the sand out of her hair. She came up sputtering a bit-but still laughing. "Dada!" she exclaimed.

"Swim? Betsy swim?" Warren said to her.

"S'im," she attempted.

"Not bad, kid," Sophie grinned proudly. "We'll have her talking and swimming before she's two."

After Betsy started to tire out, they headed out of the water. Sophie was walking slightly ahead of Warren. Warren watched her ass appreciatively.

"Have I mentioned how much I like that bikini?" he grinned.

"You didn't have to mention it. I noticed." She looked down. "If I'm going to wear this bikini, we might have to get you a looser swimsuit." 

Warren laughed. If anyone was looking close enough, his erection was plainly apparent. "This is what looking at your ass covered by not-much does to me."

"Hmm. Wonder if there's any nude beaches on Aruba?" Sophie said impishly.

"That's all I need."

"Well, anyhow," she said, leering at him, "I really do think Betsy's getting tired. We really should go back up to the room and put her down for her nap. Shouldn't we?"

"Absolutely."

They dried off, and then headed towards the hotel. They got to the room and ordered room service for lunch. They ate, and fed Betsy. She was eating more table food, though Sophie was still breastfeeding, just less often. They had set up her porta-crib in the 'sitting room' of the suite. They set her in it, and she was asleep in moments.

"We got in so late last night, we didn't have much of a chance to check this place out," Sophia pointed out.

"True." Through the bedroom, there was a balcony. "Hey, if you ever wanted to get an all-over tan, nobody'd be able to see you up here," Warren said, stepping on the balcony.

"Good plan. Though I like the beach, too, even if I do have to wear a swimsuit."

"Not that it's much of a swimsuit," Warren laughed.

"True. But it does cover the fun bits." Sophie leered at him, and, before he even knew she was doing it, had her bikini completely off. She grinned at him, and sauntered over to the couch that was on the balcony.  She kneeled on it, her arms resting on the back, and wiggled her ass. "Warren? The bride wants to cum."

"Here? Now?"

"Yes," Sophia panted. "Nobody can see us." The balcony was built for privacy. They were high up on the building, and the balcony was surrounded by a 5-foot-high wall. Nobody should be able to see in. 

"I wasn't thinking seeing, Pookie, I was thinking hearing," Warren said wryly.

"I can be quiet."

"That'd be a first!"

"Fine, have it your way," she pouted. "You have a very willing, very wet wife right where you want her, and you're worried about the neighbors." 

"Not that worried. Just bite your tongue," he chuckled-and, without warning, came up behind her and slid right in to the hilt. She moaned-but softly. "You weren't kidding about being very wet."

She giggled and moaned. "I guess exhibitionism turns me on."

"Good." He reached around and grabbed her boobs, as he started a slow, steady rhythm in and out of her. She gasped and moaned a bit as he fucked her, but she was going a good job with the volume control.

"This is so naughty," Sophie purred.

"Not quite as naughty as the wedding day, but close," Warren grinned. 

Sophia giggled. "Nothing's as naughty as the wedding day. Oh GOD Warren," she gasped. He steadily slipped in and out of her, building her up slowly. She climbed and climbed, gasping and moaning softly. When she went over, Warren could, of course, tell by the spasming and jerking of her body. But, she was a good girl-the only verbal reaction was a sharp hiss of breath and a little squeak. Warren, turned on beyond belief by the situation himself, poured into her shortly thereafter.


They spent the rest of the afternoon just relaxing. Sophie did go back out on the balcony for a while, covered in nothing but suntan lotion. Warren, bemused, joined her with a book-but kept his shorts on. After Betsy woke up, they brought her out there and she toddled around with them. 

After supper and putting Betsy down, they explored another lovely feature of the room-the Jacuzzi. Which meant exploring another interesting place to have sex. Sophia particularly enjoyed sitting on the edge, her feet dangling in the water, while a submerged-below-the-neck Warren ate her out. Fucking underwater near the jets was fun, too!

They wore out the bed, too. After all, what's a honeymoon for?


On Wednesday, they did have a bit of business to conduct. Rather, Sophie did.

After the triumph-not to mention the nudity-at Worlds, they started getting offers. Endorsement offers, and quite a few of them. The problem was, many of them were for Sophie and Sophie alone. Warren didn't mind at all, but it had bothered Sophie.

"What does it matter?" Warren had laughed. "It all goes in the same bank account. The only difference is you get more fame, and I couldn't care less about that. But, Jesus, I mean, really. Look at this one. That'll pay for all four years of my med school ten times over. And I'm gonna be upset that they don't want me?"

"There was one thing that did occur to me. If we did this and piled up some money, I wouldn't have to work while you were in med school. I could stay home with Betsy," Sophia had said.

"There you go. You can work, you know. I mean, you are getting a college degree."

"And maybe I'll use it someday, but the idea of staying home appeals to me. Med school is a grind, you should have a loving wife to come home to," she grinned. "Besides which, after the next Olympics, I think I'll want another one."

"Baby?"

"Yeah."

"Fine by me. Great by me. So let's look at some of these deals, OK?"

The one they were doing while in Aruba was actually an easy choice. It was for Diet Coke, which Sophia drank incessantly and Warren could not abide. "They definitely picked the right Kelleher for that one," he had laughed. They wanted two different sequences for the TV commercial; one on the ice, which Sophie would be filming in Oceanview the following week. This one, in Aruba, was for the bikini sequence. The ad company, finding out that Sophie would be in Aruba for the honeymoon, quickly asked to do it there. Sophie agreed, and the crew had found a stunning setting, an isolated beach that was gorgeous.

Warren was bemused by the "bikini" part of the commercial. "Yeah. Drink Diet Coke and you can look like this. Of course, we won't mention the endless hours on the ice, the aerobics, the weightlifting...."

"What, my figure isn't from the magic of Diet Coke?" Sophie grinned.

"Hey. I might not be stunning like you are, but I am in as good a shape as you are. And I drink root beer, and not diet root beer. And coffee with extra sugar."

"And you've never had a baby," Sophia teased.

"Oh, so that's your postpartum prescription, Doctor Kelleher? Diet Coke?"

"Yeah. It'll be in all the medical journals," she laughed. 

The filming went well. Sophie had a great time, the crew adored her, and the session was wrapped up quickly. They'd do the ice shots the next week and the commercial was expected to be airing in time for skating season.


There was nightlife in Aruba, but Sophie and Warren hadn't expected to be able to partake, due to having Betsy along. Then they discovered the hotel had a babysitting service. A very nice 18-year-old Aruban girl came up to their room on Thursday night, made quick friends with Betsy, and off the couple went.

After a lovely supper in a very nice restaurant, they headed-big surprise-to go dancing. As usual, they lit up the dance floor. As usual, they had a blast. And, as usual-considering all the Americans that vacationed in Aruba-they got recognized.

At their table, actually. They had left their drinks on the table while out on the dance floor, in front of two seats at the table. When they got back, they found that the other four seats at the table had been filled. Two couples, college students from Georgia having a week-long vacation before they went back to their studies. The two girls were longtime skating fans that recognized the duo right off. The two guys had seen Maxim. All four had seen the World Championship.

"We've never minded being recognized," Sophia told them, "before this year. The only problem is now everyone that recognizes us has seen me naked!"

"Not just you, Pookie," Warren said.

"Oh, definitely not just you," one of the girls grinned, mooning at Warren, and earning a subtle poke from her boyfriend. 

Warren and Sophia thoroughly enjoyed the evening, dancing and chatting with their new friends.


Flying back that Saturday, they felt thoroughly rested and relaxed. 

"I didn't think it was possible for two people to have that much sex in one week," Sophia grinned.

"And you even managed to film a commercial and get a tan in between all that sex," Warren teased.

"And go dancing."

"And go dancing," Warren agreed. "And, I'll tell you one other thing. When we eventually buy a house? It will have a Jacuzzi."

"I agree completely!"

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