The Morning After The Beginning {Ophelia}

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After the morning's glorious activities, Rhye had fallen asleep again. His eyes lifted drowsily to find an empty space beside him, a pillow tucked under his arm, with a note pinned on it. He sleepily rubbed at his eyes and let out a lion-like yawn, his jaws aching at the way they stretched. Falling onto his back, he let his arms stretch out, his eyes closing as the warm radiant sun his his sides. With a free hand, he ran it down his chest and pulled the covers off slowly, noting that he wasn't, well, dressed. He blushed in embarrassment and wrapped the sheet around him until he pulled on a new pair of boxers. Apparently Ophelia had cleaned up their pile of laundry from the night before, so he scooted his way over to the closet to find boxers, new pants, and a loose fitting button up shirt. He didn't bother to button anything, and he pulled the sheets away from him and spread them back across the bed, grabbing the note and heading out of the room. He flipped the lights and pulled the door closed with his free hand, engrossed in the message.

"Dear Rhye,

I got up extra early and decided to go make lunch. I hope you didn't wonder where I was too much. I'll see you downstairs.

With all the love,
Your Fiancé."

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His heart fluttered and he folded the note into his shirt pocket. Taking the steps two at a time, he turned right into the dining room, jogging his way into the kitchen from there. His eyes dropped to Ophelia over the high counter and he grinned, chills running through his body. He crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from the side, kissing her cheek sloppily. Nuzzling against her neck, he planted a few kisses ther too before letting go of her, afraid he had disrupted her cooking.

Rhye hopped up swiftly on the counter near the stove, his feet dangling and extending to nudge Ophelia lightly, his shirt blowing open with a breeze from outside. The door was open to a wonderful view of the pond his land had.

He didn't need to say anything, so he stared at his love and smiled, his brows raising. "Did you find everything okay?" He picked up a spoon and balanced it on his nose, a laugh emitting which made him drop it.

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Ophelia had laid in bed that morning humming a special song and running a hand through Rhye's hair until he fell asleep, once she was sure that he had entered the Land of Dreams she slowly and gently slipped out of bed and made her way to her wardrobe. She pulled out a long peach flowy dress that had two layers. A silk under layer and a soft netted over one. She slipped it on with ease and, after pinning her hair up, slipped out of the room. Ophelia made it halfway down the hallway when she spun around to go back to her room, slipping through the double doors quietly. She headed straight for a pile of laundry and swept it up into her arms. She walked over to the desk near the balcony's double doors and bent her knee's to write out a note for her fiancé. 

"Dear Rhye,

I got up extra early and decided to go make lunch. I hope you didn't wonder where I was too much. I'll see you downstairs.

With all the love,
Your Fiancé."

She glided around the room to find a safety clip, finding one in the corner near sewing supplies. Ophelia got the note clipped to a pillow that Rhye had began to hug in place of her, and with a soft snicker she was out of the room again. Corner after corner she turned, soon finding herself lost. With a huff and a final turn she was brought up short my Duncan.

"Ophelia!" He said surprised and hugged her waist. Ophelia frowned, putting her free hand on his back as the other held the folded dirty laundry. 

"Duncan?" He looked up at her sheepishly.

"I went exploring and got lost." Ophelia laughed, and Duncan got huffy. "I don't find it very funny that I'm lost! What if I was stuck wandering around until dinner?" His hands fell to his hips humorously. 

Ophelia tried to pull off a serious face, failing miserably. "Trace your steps dear Duncan." She said with a smirk. Duncan raised an eyebrow. 

"Tell me, my sister, what are you doing here," he glanced at the laundry an then back up at his sister with a knowing smirk, "when the laundry room is on the other side of the house?" Ophelia blushed. "Ah, that's what I thought."

"How would you know where the laundry room is? You haven't done laundry a day in your life." She accused. Duncan snorted.

"Yeah but I know that side of the house like the back of my hand. I'm working on this side now."

"Doing a fine job too." Ophelia winked teasingly at her brother and he hit her arm. 

"Shut up and help me find my way out." Ophelia rolled her eyes and pulled her brother into a side hug as they tried to find a place they recognized. 

Within the hour, Ophelia was moving about the large kitchen, pulling stuff out of the refrigerator and cabinet. She had asked the staff if she could have the kitchen to herself, and with little resistance, the cook bowed gracefully and swept from the kitchen, leaving Ophelia free roam. She was surprised that he had not argued. Most cooks didn't like others using their kitchen. She shrugged and began humming to herself.  It wasn't long before she was spinning around with a smile on her face. Her dress picked up behind her as she swayed from the island to the counter farthest the kitchens entrance. A gust of wind blew passed her- her dress danced in the wind and she smiled, looking off towards the pond that lay outside the double doors she had opened that led off from the kitchen.

Strong arms wrapped around Ophelia from the side and she laughed, tilting her head back. She received a sloppy kiss from Rhye and he hurried his face into her neck. She reached forward and stuck two fingers in a small bowl of flour, letting it stick to her fingers before rubbing a line down Rhye's cheek. She tilted her head into his with a laugh as his kisses tickled her neck. 

"Good morning, sleepy." She greeted as he hopped up onto the counter. Ophelia leaned over and lightly kissed him before turning around to continue her cooking of dinner. Rhye's foot nudged her and she ignored it purposefully. He continued and finally she busted up laughing. Another breeze stole through the kitsch and Ophelia watched Rhye's shirt betray his modesty. She grinned and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him, resting her cheek on his lower chest.

"Did you sleep alright?" Her eyes were closed and she breathed easily.

"Did you find everything okay?" Rhye picked up a spoon and balanced it on his nose, a laugh emitting which made him drop it. Ophelia laughed with him, taking the spoon from him and attempting it herself, playing his game. She didn't last as long as him. She was doing good until Ophelia looked up and saw Rhye's face. She cracked up laughing  at the silly faces he was making. 

Walking up to Rhye, Ophelia rested her hands on his thighs and smile up at him. "It's actually really funny. I did get lost." She laughed. "But so did Duncan." She told him her story while laughing at her brothers words. Th girl turned and walked over to the refrigerator before turning back to her fiancé. 

"I'm working in dinner now, but I made something small for lunch if you want me to heat it up for you." 

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Rhye felt two fingers run down his cheek with a powdery mixture. He stood back awestruck and grinned, picking up a handful of flour and throwing it at her lazily, not bothering that most of it landed on the floor. "I told you that I am delicious." He pointed to his cheek and grinned. "Now you just have to fry me up and I'm all ready to eat." He could see himself years from now having food fights with the children against their mommy. He would win, of course, but it'd be funny to watch. A warm grin embraced his features and Rhye sighed happily.

"Good morning, sleepy." She greeted as Rhye hopped up onto the counter. Ophelia leaned over and lightly kissed him before turning around to continue her cooking of dinner. He blushed lightly and watched her as his foot bumps were ignored. Finally, she looked at him and began laughing. A smirk spread across his lips and he laughed with her, his hands holding his empty and rumbling tummy. "Morning, beautiful!"

With the gentle breeze that rolled through, Rhye felt his shirt pick up more, but that was erased when Ophelia wrapped her arms around him, and he returned the embrace, tighter. "I love you, Mrs. Alexendre." He breathed into her hair and kissed her head sweetly, taking in the scent he found now spread in his room.

"Did you sleep alright?"

Rhye smiled into her hair and kissed her head again. "Just perfectly. But then I woke up to nobody and I was sad." He chuckled, his chest rumbling. "But I've found you, just like I always do, in your natural habitat. You love cooking, don't you?" Rhye teased, pulling back to look down at her rested against his chest. He loved the way she fit inside his arms perfectly, her cool skin against his warm skin.

Rhye watched happily as she unwrapped herself from him and picked up the spoon, trying to balance it on her nose too. It made her that much more adorable. Rhye proceeded to make funny faces and she dropped it with a hearty laugh. Walking up to Rhye, Ophelia rested her hands on his thighs and smile up at him. "It's actually really funny. I did get lost." She laughed. "But so did Duncan."

Rhye rolled his eyes jokingly. "Is it that big of a house?" He scrunched his nose up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. "I'm only playing." He leaned into her and planted soft kisses down her neck, his hands moving from around her to rest on top of her own that lay on his thighs. "Maybe I didn't do too good on the tour.." He laughed.

Slipping off the counter, he stepped over to her as she looked through the fridge and twirled her around under his arm and dipped her, bracing her with his knee, and planting a soft kiss to her forehead. "How did you get Alan to let you use the kitchen?" He laughed, looking around before bringing her back upright. "He's usually stubborn enough to where I can't make my own breakfast." He furrowed his brows. "That's what you get when you hire a five-star chef to work for your own home." He winked. "But we needed him. He cooks all the food for not only us, but the gardeners, all the cleaning staff, and the dinner party guests."

"I'm working in dinner now, but I made something small for lunch if you want me to heat it up for you."

Rhye licked his lips and kissed her gently before looking around the fridge himself, spotting the meal she had pre-made for him. With a grin on his face, he nodded to her and took it out. She had been standing in front of the microwave, so he stepped up behind her, closing the fridge with his foot, and slipped the container of food up into the microwave, intruding on her personal space. "Sorry." He chuckled lightly as he set a time and pulled back, hopping right back onto the counter again. "We should go sit out by the pond, later." He motioned out towards the yard with his head, his shirt dangling on the wind currents as the rolled into the house. "After Dinner of course."

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Ophelia's eyes widened as flour was thrown at her. She took a sudden step back in shock as the powdery white substance stuck to her face and dress, a slow smile morphed on her face. "You're cleaning that up." She laughed, looking around like a child waiting to get caught.

"I told you that I am delicious." He grinned, pointing at his cheek. Ophelia leaned forward to lick his cheek.

"Delicious indeed." She patted his chest and smiled.

"Now you just have to fry me up and I'm all ready to eat." Ophelia let her nose crinkle up.

"I don't know, you're too sweet. You'd ruin my dinner. Maybe for desert." She chuckled and hugged him tight. She listened to Rhye sigh happily and her own smile widened. Ophelia knew that sigh well.

"What are you thinking about this time?" She trailed her fingertips up and down the spine of his back.

"I love you, Mrs. Alexendre." There was a light pressure on her head and she blushed, burying her head into his chest.

"Duncan is going to be happy." She pulled back and smiled up at Rhye.

"Duncan's going to be happy about what?" The boy in question entered the room and walked passed them to the fridge, slowing down as he closed in on them. "Um, Rhye, you got a little something right here." He pointed to his own face respectively with a smirk. His eyes turned to his sister and to the floor, then back to his sister. "You do know it's supposed to go in the bowl, right?" He pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and walked to the other side of the island and hopped up onto one of the stools, his feet dangling below him.

Ophelia glanced over to Rhye, hoping he would be able to detour the boy better then she would. She did however roll her eyes at the boy.

"Yes I am aware of that. I may have just missed the bowl." Her eyes trailed over to Rhye and she smirked. The boys eyes widened and he faked a retching sound. Ophelia turned a conspiratorial eye up at Rhye while Duncan acted dramatic and within seconds two handfuls of flour went smacked into his face. He jumped and had to grab onto the edge of the island so his chair didn't fall backwards. His eyes widened at the two and then narrowed. 

"I hate you both." He hopped out of his seat and walked out of the kitchen shaking the flour from his hair. "I'm telling Remmy." He grumbled as the kitchen doors swing close behind him.

In regards to how he slept, Rhye pulled Ophelia in tightly and kissed her head again. Ophelia would never be used to that. Her heart flipped and swelled every time he kissed her, and that's how it would always be.

"Just perfectly. But then I woke up to nobody and I was sad." Ophelia looked up at Rhye with sad eyes and have him a chaste kiss.

"Aw. We'll have to get a puppy so you don't wake up alone again." She teased and walked over to the stove to start it.

He chuckled, his chest rumbling. "But I've found you, just like I always do, in your natural habitat. You love cooking, don't you?" The current cook walked over to her future husband and looked around her kitchen as all the counter space was filled with cooking material and ingredients for an amazing meal- just the way she liked it. She looked back up at Rhye.

"Hate it." She said with a large smile. Rhye teased her, pulling back to look down at her rested against his chest. Ophelia rested against him comfortably and whispered, "Let's just clean everything up and go lay in bed and begin planning." She wasn't completely serious. They did need to talk about it, it would be a few years, but she wanted to talk about it. However, today was a big day, and she needed to finish cooking.

Rhye rolled his eyes jokingly. "Is it that big of a house?" Ophelia snorted, walking back over to the stove, her back to Rhye. "It's huge! I love it, I want to see my kids run around in it, but it's huge." Rhye scrunched his nose up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. 

"I'm only playing." He leaned into her and planted soft kisses down her neck, his hands moving from around her to rest on top of her own that lay on his thighs. "Maybe I didn't do too good on the tour.." Ophelia chuckled.

"I think you were just too happy to have us here." Rhye had slipped off the counter and was twirling her around as she giggled.

"How did you get Alan to let you use the kitchen?" He laughed, looking around before bringing her back upright. "He's usually stubborn enough to where I can't make my own breakfast. That's what you get when you hire a five-star chef to work for your own home. But we needed him. He cooks all the food for not only us, but the gardeners, all the cleaning staff, and the dinner party guests." Ophelia was nodding and listening closely, this was important after all. She one day hoped to run the household. 

"Maybe I should be writing this stuff down." She laughed. "I simply asked him sweetly, batting my eyes like this." She showed him what she did and then chuckled. Rhye licked his lips and kissed her gently before looking around the fridge himself, spotting the meal she had pre-made for him. With a grin on his face, he nodded to her and took it out. 

"Find it?" She asked sweetly doing something on the counter. Ophelia felt her personal space be invaded as he placed stuff in the microwave. She grinned and purposely bumped her but into him. 

"Sorry." He chuckled lightly as he set a time and pulled back, hopping right back onto the counter again. 

"I'm not." Ophelia smirked over her shoulder. 

"We should go sit out by the pond, later." He motioned out towards the yard with his head. Ophelia watched his shirt and her dress catch wind, and the closed her eyes at the cool breeze. 

"We should." She said softly.

"After Dinner of course." Ophelia grinned and danced over to him. 

"Of course." She pecked him on the lips and patted his thigh. "What are your plans for today? I know where I'll be." Ophelia laughed lightly, looking around her surroundings.

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"You're cleaning that up." She laughed, looking around like a child waiting to get caught. Rhye stepped a few feet back and folded his arms over his chest in a childish way.

Rhye shook his head from side to side, smiling. "I cannot be in trouble. Remmy will spank me!" Tapping his chin in thought, he groaned. "I'll have to resort to the last option," he winked, his voice raising. "Duncan did it!" He screamed, at nobody in particular, and began laughing, his eyes turning up at the corners.

"Duncan is going to be happy." She pulled back and smiled up at Rhye.

"Duncan's going to be happy about what?" The boy in question entered the room and walked passed them to the fridge, slowing down as he closed in on them. "Um, Rhye, you got a little something right here." He pointed to his own face respectively with a smirk.

Rhye gasped and touched his cheek, fake shock coming over his face. "Thank you for telling me! I would have never known!" With a fangirl voice, he grinned to Duncan. "My hero!"

His eyes turned to his sister and to the floor, then back to his sister. "You do know it's supposed to go in the bowl, right?"

The Ravenclaw grinned at Duncan and mouthed: 'Nice one,' and winked, turning his gaze to Ophelia with an innocent smile.

"Yes I am aware of that. I may have just missed the bowl." Ophelia retorted, Rhye started to laugh. But then Ophelia looked at Rhye with a devilish, troubling gleam in her eye, and two handfuls of flour flew at Duncan.

Rhye sank to the ground, almost, in laughter. The little guy almost fell out of his seat which made Rhye laugh harder. As he stood, Duncan turned and walked out. "I hate you both." He shook the flour from his hair. "I'm telling Remmy." He grumbled as the kitchen doors swing close behind him.

Rhye snorted and grabbed his stomach, a grin on his face. He turned to Ophelia and offered her a high-five. "Remmy!" He called, calming down.

Soon enough, the older male came walking in, a shocked and impressed look on his face. "I do believe that you don't need that much flour for anything." He smiled warmly to Rhye and Ophelia. "You called, Mr. Alexendre?"

The young man nodded, pointing at the floor. "First off, Duncan did it." He winked at Ophelia. "Secondly, if Duncan tells you anything, don't believe him." Rhye grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. "Thirdly, tell Duncan that if he wants to get all the flour off, that he can go take a swim."

Remmy let out a low, long laugh and shook his head, his gloved hand rubbing his forehead as if it took a lot out of him. "Good thing Duncan made this mess. I was just about to spank you. But you better help clean this up when you finish, Alan would have a heart attack and a half." Remmy bowed slowly and straightened up. "I shall go tell Duncan to take a swim. If he doesn't comply, should I just throw him in?" He teased, raising his brows.

Rhye laughed hard again and held his side, nodding vigorously. "Yes, throw him in if he doesn't comply!"

Remmy bowed again and turned towards the living room. "I will, sir. Have a good evening!"

After he left, Rhye looked to Ophelia and smiled widely. "I'm such a bad person. A bad, delicious, charming person." He leaned in to kiss her.

"Hate it." She said with a large smile, referring to cooking. Ophelia rested against his chest comfortably and whispered, "Let's just clean everything up and go lay in bed and begin planning."

Rhye beamed at the suggestion and nodded happily. "Please," he begged almost, knowing she wasn't too serious. "I'm so.. worn out, from this morning," he grinned, kissing her head softly, "and the whole bath thing. Sheesh." He chuckled. "You just continue to amaze me."

"Maybe I should be writing this stuff down." She laughed. "I simply asked him sweetly, batting my eyes like this." She showed him what she did and then chuckled. Rhye smiled warmly too her and nodded.

"I can see why he let you so easily- he was probably stunned by how gorgeous you are." He grinned, batting his own eyelashes. "Now, about that laying in bed thing..." Rhye eased up into her personal space waiting for his food. When he apologized with a 'Sorry', he grinned at Ophelia's response.

"I'm not." Ophelia smirked over her shoulder.

Rhye sighed and shook his head. "How did you become mine again?"

She pecked him on the lips and patted his thigh. "What are your plans for today? I know where I'll be." Ophelia laughed lightly, looking around her surroundings. Rhye thought about it for a moment, shaking his head, returning her kiss a bit deeper, resting his hand on the one on his thigh.

"Actually, nothing. I can stay here and help you.... make a mess." He chuckled, "Considering that's all I've done here." He purred at her, like a cat, and scrunched his nose up for a moment. "You're going to make such a beautiful mother one day. Our children will be so spoiled and so beautiful." He sighed at the thought, picturing the future messes- much like the one on the floor now- that would cover the floor.

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Rhye shook his head from side to side, smiling. "I cannot be in trouble. Remmy will spank me!" Ophelia covered her mouth with a hand to stifle a laugh. 

"That would be awful." She laughed harder. "And oh so funny." Her eyes glittered with humor. 

Tapping his chin in thought, he groaned. "I'll have to resort to the last option," Ophelia's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he winked, his voice raising. "Duncan did it!" He screamed, at nobody in particular, and began laughing, his eyes turning up at the corners. Laughter erupted from Ophelia and she doubled over laughter while trying to shush him. 

After Duncan left the room Ophelia began to laugh again. Rhye always made her laugh. He walked in the room and Ophelia just lit up. She made him smile. It was rare for her to not be smiling or laughing. He high-fived her and then yelled. 

"Remmy!" He called, calming down. 

"Rhye no!" She giggled and tried to cover his mouth. Ophelia watched Rhye interact with his staff and she laughed when Remmy suggested throwing Duncan in. Ophelia hoped he would be there for her kids.

After he left, Rhye looked to Ophelia and smiled widely. "I'm such a bad person. A bad, delicious, charming person." He leaned in to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around him to deepen the kiss. She pulled back.

"Delicious indeed." She said with a smirk, smacking her lips.

Rhye beamed at the suggestion and nodded happily. "Please, I'm so.. worn out, from this morning, and the whole bath thing. Sheesh. You just continue to amaze me." Ophelia buried her head and blushed at the memory. 

"You should go back to bed." She said softly, caressing his cheek lovingly.

"I can see why he let you so easily- he was probably stunned by how gorgeous you are." 

"Stop it!" She smacked him playfully. "You're going to smother me in sweetness!" She turned her back on him holding her hands her cheeks with a blush. Her hips swayed as she glided across the kitchen to the counter. She checked her stew, the oven, and what she was cutting up. 

"Now, about that laying in bed thing..." Ophelia turned around suddenly to walk across the kitchen but was brought up short by Rhye in her personal space again. She smiled and laid her palms on his chest.

"How about I finish this stuff up, it should only be about two hours, and then we can lay in bed and talk about whatever you want." She kissed his nose and turned back around.

Rhye sighed and shook his head. "How did you become mine again?"

"Well, you stole my drawing book and then snuck into my dormitory." She laughed. Rhye deepened their kiss, laying a hand on the back of hers. She turned hers over and tickled her palm like they had done on they're unofficial first date in the library.

"Actually, nothing. I can stay here and help you.... make a mess. Considering that's all I've done here." 

"You keep me on my toes Rhye Alexendre. On my toes." She shook her head with a smile. "You and the little ones are going to be the death of me. And Duncan." She finished with a mutter as the boy came through the kitchen in swim trunks. He glared at the two.

"Whichever of you put him up to it," his eyes narrowed in immediately on Rhye, "...I hate you." He walked out the open doors to the outside and Ophelia laughed.

"That boy..."

"You're going to make such a beautiful mother one day. Our children will be so spoiled and so beautiful." 

"Aw, I love you." She kissed him. "You will be the best father." Ophelia bounced happily on her feet. "It's like I told you last night, I already know you will be the perfect father!"