Chapter Eighty

Upon arriving in Switzerland, Peter and Stella were greeted by the crisp, cool air of the Swiss Alps and the mesmerising beauty of Lake Lucerne. The gentle breeze carried the scent of pine trees and fresh mountain water, making them feel as if they had stepped into a dream. Waiting for them just beyond the arrivals area was a sleek white limousine, driven by Peter's cousin, Chika, who greeted them with a warm smile and a bear hug.

'Welcome to Switzerland,' Chika said, opening the car door with a flourish.

The limousine glided effortlessly along the winding roads, offering breathtaking views of the snow-dusted peaks shimmering under the afternoon sun. Stella marvelled at the picturesque scenery as they enjoyed glasses of chilled sparkling water infused with slices of lemon and mint, the luxurious ride setting the tone for their enchanting retreat.

After settling in, they shared a simple but delicious dinner by the fireplace—a spread of Swiss cheeses, artisan bread, and a fresh fruit platter. Peter enjoyed a glass of rich red wine, while Stella sipped on a soothing cup of peppermint tea with a touch of honey. The firelight danced across Stella's face, highlighting her radiant smile and the gentle glow of her pregnancy. Peter couldn't take his eyes off her, feeling a deep, overwhelming love that made his heart swell.

'Here's to us,' Peter said, raising his glass. 'And to all the beautiful moments we'll create together.'

Stella clinked her tea cup against his glass, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. 'To us,' she echoed, her voice soft with emotion.

Later that night, they held each other close in the master bedroom. The plush king-sized bed was ready for them, with its soft white sheets folded back, inviting them in. Outside, the moonlight shimmered on the lake, filling the room with a gentle, silvery light through the sheer curtains.

Peter gently pushed a loose strand of hair behind Stella's ear as they lay beside each other. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she leaned in, her lips brushing softly against his. The kiss was slow and tender at first, a gentle exploration of lips that soon grew more urgent as their desire deepened.

Peter's hands caressed the soft curve of Stella's waist, his fingertips tracing patterns that made her skin tingle. He slowly unzipped her delicate lace nightgown, letting it slip from her shoulders. 'You're so beautiful,' he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and enticing. Stella's heart raced as his lips trailed down her neck, each kiss leaving her breathless with anticipation.

Stella reached for him, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. As the clothes fell away, they became two bodies wrapped in passion, the world outside fading into oblivion. They moved together in perfect harmony, every touch and whispered word drawing them even closer, creating a moment that felt timeless.

In the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows, they made love with a tenderness that spoke of promises made and a future yet to unfold. Stella's soft gasps filled the air, mingling with Peter's deep groans, as they reached the height of their passion together—a moment that left them breathless, their hearts beating as one.

As they lay close, the cool breeze from the lake gently caressed their warm skin. Peter pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. 'I love you, Stella,' he murmured, holding her close as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the comfort of each other's embrace.

The next morning, the couple awoke to the golden light of dawn streaming through the windows. After a leisurely breakfast of freshly baked croissants, fruits, and a warm cup of decaffeinated coffee on the terrace, they decided to explore the charming towns that dotted the shores of Lake Lucerne.

Hand in hand, Peter and Stella strolled through cobblestone streets, admiring the quaint shops filled with Swiss chocolates, handmade crafts, and delicate lacework. They took a scenic boat ride across the lake, the gentle waves rocking them as they shared soft kisses, their laughter echoing across the water.

In the afternoon, they took a cable car up to the snow-capped peaks, where they marvelled at the panoramic views. The world below was a patchwork of emerald forests, shimmering lakes, and tiny villages nestled like jewels in the valley. At the top, they stopped at a cosy chalet for some rich, warm hot cocoa, the warmth of the drink seeping into their bones as they snuggled close.

That evening, back at the lake house, they decided to relax by the fireplace once again. Stella had slipped into a soft silk robe, her hair cascading down her back, while Peter had changed into a simple sweater and trousers. The fire crackled softly, filling the room with a comforting warmth.

Peter poured them each a glass—champagne for himself and a sparkling apple juice for Stella. 'To the most amazing honeymoon,' he said, handing her the glass with a warm smile.

'To us,' she replied with a smile that made his heart race.

They sat on the plush rug by the fire, the heat enveloping them as they fed each other slices of juicy mango and fresh apple wedges. The mood was soft and romantic, the kind that made every touch, every glance, feel electric.

As the night deepened, they moved to the luxurious bathtub in the en-suite bathroom, which was surrounded by flickering candles. The scent of rose petals filled the air as they sank into the warm water together. Stella leaned back against Peter's chest, her eyes closing as he gently massaged her shoulders. 'I don't think I've ever felt this relaxed,' she murmured.

Peter kissed her shoulder softly, his voice a hushed whisper. 'That's the way it should be, my love.'

As the moon climbed higher in the sky, they made love again, wrapped in each other's arms like they never wanted to let go.

When they finally drifted off to sleep, it was with peaceful happiness, content as a married couple looking forward to many years together.