After their first real date passed in eating, drinking, talking and the most remarkable moment with its dicey marriage proposal, they determined themselves to spend their final hours in Boston by hiking and experience their first date.

The marriage proposal not only molted the future married couple's hearts, moreover left Jude indisputably dumbfound as she acted as an ordinary schoolgirl, who was just invited by her crush on first date and was eagerly looking forward for it.

As Timothy held Jude's elvish, creamy hand as they walked down the streets by ambling and passing opulent whether small or even big buildings, their thoughtful, genial dark eyes were utterly focused on their path and glancing at one another's faces from time to time, factly, either admiring one another's enchanting facial features or otherwise intensifying its temporal eye contact.

Ivory, content smiles hugged their plumpish, berry-coloured lips. Smiles of gleeful couple with spectacular, immense potential of being together, besides highlighting their parchment, fresh faces. Jude's waterfall mane of old Hollywood honey curls descended down to her shoulders, bouncing and bouncing with each dynamic movement and action as well. Their frail hearts, hammered heavily in their ribs, due to the fact, it was their first date and they were vaguely feeling uncomfortable with each other. Uncomfort, not because they didn't know well each other. On the contrary, they have never been that close like before as it's high time for them to take the further step in their still developing, intense relationship they mutually shared along.

During their casual tootle, they were discussing about their impending wedding:

"I have thought of our wedding to take its place these days." The former Monsignor commented calmly. According to his philosophy, the wedding is going to be a circumstance in a matter of week maximun. No longer than a week. Despite his uncertainty, agitation and bashfulness, he considered in a matter of days to marry Jude though little did he know what anticipated him for her reaction.

"Hmm! Isn't that a bit late?" The blonde inquired pensively by pursing her lips in unsettled manner as she glimpsed up at the younger man who held her hand. What she thought about Timothy's opinion on their wedding was that it was a bit late to marry one another days later instead of less than 24 hours. "What about in less than 24 hours?" She came up with a better suggestion, assimilating it.

"What a spectacular idea! I am so sorry for suggesting to do it in a matter of days."

"It's alright, Timothy! You shouldn't apologize at all." Then they stopped as they took their time to admire one another's enthralling facial features as their eyes met, locking up their gazes together. They held their hands yet as the former nun lifted up her sole free hand to cup his chin, tilting his head as her hazelish-brown eyes pursued for his warm, doting chocolate brown eyes. "I know how uneasy you are because I am either." The former sister of the church resumed her utterance in low voice, confessing her uneasiness though it seemed diminished unlike hours even a day ago, when he accompanied her.

"So we are going to marry tomorrow, right?"

"Indeed!"

Shortly after their faces approached as hardly any inch divided between them as she hankered to kiss him as she pressed her soft lips on his, while his mammoth, secure hands shifted down to her waist, gripping her tightly without letting her to go. As their kiss advanced, muffled inward moans were being emitted from the top of their lungs, shutting reluctantly their eyelids as they relished the sealed kiss until their wet tongues commenced dueling against each other as their kisses escalated to ferocious and luscious in the same time. Until her tongue won dominance over his by plunging it inside his mouth, deepening a hex French kiss. In the meanwhile, his long, fine fingers tipped the rigid fabric of her conservative dark ecclesiastical robe, squeezing her slim waist.

Their kiss sublimed them as they felt they were in the seventh heaven. Namely everything else that encircled them as collateral surroundings were solidly oblivious as Timothy's dexterous fingers, that tipped her gown's fabric, she felt thrilling paroxysm, electroshocking her body as they interweaved with the sent shivers down her body of pleasure and sweetness.

One of the first kisses the former pious members of the cloth shared along was indubitably heavenly, feeling like paradise as if they savored its sweetness of the forbidden fruit from Eden's garden.

They less cared what the passerbies thought of the former clerical members of the clergy, who were kissing in public. First and foremost, they thought it was oddly cute, in fact, they resembled members of the church yet since they were disguised as a nun and priest though no longer wearing their saint titles. What it struck them first as odd was actually how a nun and a monsignor dare to kiss, breaking their vows which they have kept themselves devoted to for ages! The cute side of their public kissing was actually demonstrating their love as the passerbies contemplate them with exalted smiles, flashing upon their faces by passing them.

Consequently Jude and Timothy broke off the kiss as they withdrew their complexions with a handful of centimeters, admiring one another's adorable facial features. Temporal hush arched between them, silencing their voices until the ice was broken:

"I love you, Timothy!"

"I love you much more, rare bird! I really regret for not accomplishing this earlier." Meantime his hands moved up to her face, cupping her creamy cheeks in the palms of his hands as he gazed up at her honey brown pools, staring right at her soul. What the couple regretted the most was doing all this years later, although it wasn't too late at all. They rather had a lot of time in the universe to accomplish everything authentic. Everything celestial. Everything that renders them blissful as its sparkles of bliss corrupts their souls, bodies and minds. They crucially regretted for fleeing and resigning from the church years later because they hung the moon, in their opinions about each other.

"Do not regret! It's better late than never." The older woman replied in honeyed voice, emitting a raspy chuckle from her rosy-coloured lips motioned, mellowing it. "I assure ya the extraordinary things happen when it's the right time." She assured him as she still cupped his chin, smiling.

"Definitely!"

Then they furthered with the walking process as they held their hands, relishing its carte blanche that fueled in their yet youthful souls which haven't experienced a genuine love yet. No longer devoting themselves to God. No longer devoting themselves to the church and their kept, solemn vows which deprived their entire freedom to pursue their future dreams of being a family and a married couple, expressing their boundless love and passion. No longer refraining from what they stored up as mystical desires.

All of a sudden, they stopped in front of a compact flower shop as a swarm of flowers in vases caught their eyes as Timothy ushered her to look into them.

"Look what paradise I found!"

"Oh my, Timothy!" She squeezed his hand as she pulled him towards her as she leant her head to smell the white rose's scrumptious fragrance, closing her eyelids for a while as she relished its captivating aroma of the white rose, in the interim the tip of her nose met its lukewarm, soft angelic petals of the gorgeous flower. "It's stunning but this white rose just grabbed my heart." Radiant, merry smile distorted across her naturally plumpish lips.

The former priest couldn't contain a growing smile, sparkling on his young-looking, scarcely wrinkled complexion, spotlighting his bliss of beholding Jude in much different light. Light, which her rare smile was imprinted on her face, exposing its true nuances of her happiness and serenity, besides it was a rare phenomenon.

Her only free hand's fingers caressed its rose's stem in delicate way, evading to touch the thorns as much as possible. Caress, if it resembled a mother fondled her new-born child's head.

"It's all yours." All of a sudden she no longer felt the tender, vague contact her tip of her nose tipped its rose petals as he took the white rose, paying for it and then give it directly to the love of his life. In the meanwhile, she opened reluctantly her eyes as Timothy was paying the white rose for her until he left the flower shop interior.

"Timothy, it wasn't," She modestly held the single white rose in her hand as she rose up, pecking a kiss on his cheek, stuttering as the older lady struggled to utter.

"The bride deserves a lot of presents. This white rose is for you, my rare bird!"

"How to not thank ya! It's mesmerizing." She nodded her head as he offered her his larger, veiny hand as Jude took his, held it. Once the former man of the cloth gave her the white rose, she couldn't oppress blushing face, acquiring its sanguine tint, burying her face in the rose, relishing and inhaling its alluring aroma, flaring her sensitive, versatile nostrils.

"My rara avis, I have abundance of flowerbeds in my cottage's yard. Believe me, they are going to be only yours!" The younger man whispered in velvety voice as he leant against Jude's face as his soft lips whispered a hallowed anthem, ringing in her ear. He couldn't resist her waterfall of golden curls' tempting aroma, reaching nose by inhaling it.

What the blonde felt was actually the sentiment of being special and immense flatter! She has never felt so special and flattered before especially a representative of the opposite sex offering even giving her momentarily a single flower which every lady deserves at least.

Furthermore, Jude was beyond dumbfounded by his kindness and the significance of his gesture towards her. All she can recall was in the first months of her relationship with Casey, she received flowers or bouquet of flowers by him when she felt loved and prominent until he hurt her brutally with his infidelity and infecting her with syphilis. What she felt even was a sensation of melting heart, warming it.

"Aww, really?"

"Of course! I have always wanted to give you a bouquet of white roses even yellow tulips in Briarcliff every time when I came on Friday for our coq-au-vin dinners but it was too risky."

***

A handful of hours later after their first date by roaming around Boston's streets and spending their final moments in the small city with its galore memories, they have collected together, it was high time for them to flee for Pennsylvania as they got inside the former holy man's pale blue cab as the former sister of the Roman Catholic church seated next to her future husband.

During their imminent destination up to his owned cottage in Pennsylvania's fields of the countryside, the car radio's music was already turned on, entertaining the couple as they sunk in discussions and singing altogether.

"Hello, stranger! Ooh! It seems so good to see you back again. How long has it been? Ooh, seems like a mighty long time. Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby! Ooh!" Barbara Lewis was singing in the vehicle's background yet, while the former clerical members of the church were joyously singing, following properly, fluently the song's lyrics.

"Hello stranger! Ooh! It seems so good to see you back again. How long has it been? Ooh, seems like a mighty long time. Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby! Ooh!" In this moment, whereas Timothy was focused on the driving process, paying utterly attention though his mammoth hand rested on Jude's knee absent-mindedly, singing in the same time, despite his lack of talent in singing in general. Meantime Jude held in one of her hands the single white rose which Timothy gave her earlier today.

They were in the middle of their destination, a few hours left until they arrived in Pennsylvania at last.

As they advanced with singing, Jude couldn't repress raspy, rejoiced chuckles as Timothy joined her, due to his singing skills which were alook like amateur's ones unlike hers. On other hand, he was beyond flabbergasted of her beautiful voice which she possessed naturally, warming his heart. Little did he know any fragment of her past and from where she did inherit such spectacular voice.

"It seems like a mighty long time! Ohh, I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm so glad! Ooh! You stopped by to say hello to me. Remember that's the way it used to be. Ooh, it seems like a mighty long time! Shoo-Bop, Shoo-Bop, my baby!"

"It seems like a mighty long time! Ohh, I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm so glad! Ooh! You stopped by to say hello to me. Remember that's the way it used to be. Ooh, it seems like a mighty long time! Shoo-Bop, Shoo-Bop my baby!" The both former members of the church chanted jubilantly as suddenly Timothy stopped abruptly on the red light, patting lightly Jude's knee in a tad embarrassed way.

"You have a hypnotizing voice! You are doubtlessly talented, Judy!" The younger man didn't miss his opportunity to compliment his rare bird by not getting too far with the flattering words that molted her heart.

"Thank you! I used to be a singer in the local bars." What the blonde felt was her gradual paroxysm of his affable words which were aimed directly at her heart like cupid arrows! When she used to be a jazz nightclub singer, the men who incessantly touched her with their predatory, colossal hands every part, every inch of her flesh and blood, made her feel special and loved in a matter of milliseconds as it lasted until the next morning. Further, these men of her sinful past loved her voice and body, subsequently she loved herself, reckoning her body and voice when they did it.

"Oh really? That's wonderful." The younger man optimistically evoked, turning to Jude as their eyes met, locking up her hazel orbs. It's highly doubted he would think negatively of the job she used to work as before joining the church and participate in sacred duties. A beaming, charming smile loomed on his face until his smile vanished in the limbo when he contemplated her grotesque frown, contrasting her stunning complexion with its enticing facial features, accentuating her natural and unearth beauty. In the meanwhile, he recognized into her glimpses in her hazelish-brown eyes, giving him a hint of something wrong which lurked exceedingly. "Is there anything wrong?"

"It wasn't as wonderful as you have imagined my life before nunnery. I mean when I used to be a nightclub singer. I don't want to talk about it." It was way too painful for her to talk about her gloomy past as soon as it was raised a topic. Timothy instantly figured out she wasn't comfortable to talk about her past at all, besides she wasn't prepared to tell him directly about the dark roller coaster she has been through and didn't want to ruin everything.

"It's okay, Judy! You don't need to talk about it since you aren't ready. It's alright to keep some things for later on." He opted to reassure her as his fingers kneaded gently her round, well-defined knee as he averted his gaze from hers when the traffic light's colors significantly changed within milliseconds from red to green, having a limited time, focused on his driving and talking to the former sister of the church in the same time.

"Ooh, it seems like a mighty long time! Shoo-Bop Shoo-Bop, my baby! Shoo-Bop Shoo-Bop, my baby! Ohh! Shoo-Bop Shoo-Bop, my baby! Shoo-Bop Shoo-Bop, my baby! Ahh yes I'm so glad! Shoo-Bop Shoo-Bop, my baby! Shoo-Bop Shoo-Bop, my baby! You're here again! Shoo-Bop Shoo-Bop, my baby!"The song kept on with its playing continuously in the cab's background, jingling in the future married couple's ears.

They carried on with vocalizing as one, unmistakably following the song's lyrics.

"Ooh, it seems like a mighty long time! Shoo-Bop, Shoo-Bop, my baby! Shoo-Bop, Shoo-Bop, my baby! Ohh! Shoo-Bop, Shoo-Bop, my baby! Shoo-Bop, Shoo-Bop, my baby! Ahh, yes, I am glad! Shoo-Bop, Shoo-Bop, my baby! Shoo-Bop, Shoo-Bop, my baby! You're here again! Shoo-Bop, Shoo-Bop, my baby!"

***

A couple of later after arriving in Pennsylvania, more agitation harvested the former nun and monsignor as in Jude's case was her reverie, already imagining how Timothy's owned cottage with a few acres land and multi-coloured flowerbeds bear semblance to her functioning imagination. In Timothy's case, his train of flustered thoughts made him to wonder whether if Jude's going to like the humble cottage which they are going to share along for the rest of their days or on the contrary she's going to dislike it. What he knew about Jude was that she was into the simple things which could be the best things, in her opinion! They alook like schoolgirl and schoolboy, who were in love and they were peculiarly uncertain about the forthcoming.

"I am feeling so nervous. I mean, I am not sure if you're going to like our little nest, which we are going to share together for the rest of our lives." The younger man clarified, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"It's alright, Timothy! You already know me I'm into the simple things even if it's the merest cottage you own. I will still love it if it's yours, because that's our future home, ya know."

"Definitely, my rare bird! Only ours!" He emphasized the noun ours though he couldn't get over the relentless circumstance Jude's fertility is ceased and she couldn't give him their dream child they have always craved to have, nevertheless, it was way more painful in her case.

"I'm honored!" The older lady whispered in velvety voice as soon as she couldn't take her eyes off the ordinary cottage with a handful of acres land and sea of flowerbeds, conquering her intriguing honey brown pools as a benevolent, mirthful smile emerged on her face of genuine bliss and astonishment. "Oh my goodness! It's marvelous!" Her heart raced when he parked the vehicle, halting directly by turning off the car's engine, earning Timothy's inquiring facial expression, inked on his yet juvenile face.

"Do you like it?"

"Indeed!" In the interim, he got first out from the car by walking up to the other side of his cab, opening the door for Jude, helping her, as a result of his well-disciplined and gentleman manners, being reined and taught by his parents during his early years of his life. "Thank you!" Then she eventually got out from the car as they strolled up to the cottage.

"You will like it even more as soon as you take a look at the interior." Once they stepped on the threshold, the former priest unlocked the front door, stepping aside by permitting Jude to enter first inside his owned property. "Ladies first!"

The cottage contained 1 bedroom, 2 small bathrooms, 1 children's room, 1 kitchen and 1 living room as it was sufficiently spacious for the future married couple to live in such paradise for them. The children's room was a bonus to the cottage, in case, if one day a child comes from somewhere in the former man of the cloth's life to fulfill his heart and his romantic companion.

As soon as the both former pious members of the church stepped up inside the cottage's hall, they toured up altogether each room until the blonde stopped in the middle of the hallway awkwardly until the younger man enquired her:

"I will be right back in a moment as I place this little present for you in a special vase in our bedroom." Hence, they kissed each other's cheeks as Timothy suggested her amiably. Initially, she startled, gawking bewildered when he mentioned our bedroom, in spite of it was inescapable and part of their relationship, taking its further step forward. "And you, my rare bird, you can tour around! Don't be too fearful!" Timothy attempted to soothe her, yielding to persuade her to feel like home in their cottage, yanking the white rose from her hand, smiling. The middle-aged woman just nodded humbly her head in girlish, demure manner, subsequently they made their own way what they are prone to do in this moment.

While Judy was wandering around thoughtfully, all of a sudden she stepped in front of the children's room as it was the sole room she hasn't entered yet. Little did she know what awaited her to see inside. Inside the Pandora's box. Consequently, she took a deep breath, blinking several times reluctantly before pressing the doorknob, establishing in the children's room which will unlock its melancholic mood of her, incapable of wearing the saturating smile of an angel she used to wear before.

Meanwhile her petite, smooth hand lowered to the doorknob, meeting its coolness until she pressed it, freely letting the door opening, lightly hitting the yellow walls, she propped on the Victorian doorframe, contemplating with her hazel eyes the medium sized room which is supposed to be for the children she would have if it wasn't Casey, who deprived her fertility in the vacuum.

Wryness of dew flooded her flimsy eyelids, verging to weep as its crystal tears well in her eyes. Heartache stumped on her way, feeling deeply hurt for that she couldn't give the desired children to the man, she loved more than herself and her own life. Suddenly she commenced softly sobbing and sniffling in the same time to herself, sauntering in the children's room as she beheld a grand wooden lacquered wardrobe, followed by a dresser, a couple of childish pictures, hanging on the yellow walls, a bassinet in the middle of the room until she uncontrollably started grieved as soon as she approached the bassinet. Her trembling hand lingering on its wooden rails, tipping its hardwood, polished material with her frail, timid fingers, lowering her head as she darted her puffy eyes down to the plush teddy bear that seated next to the cotton white pillow. Heartache whirled around her again as she could no longer bear its ache, sensing its honed edges of its daggers stabbing her chest. She just blankly contemplated through bittersweet tears the empty bassinet, already imagining if they had a daughter with her beautiful smile or a son, possessing her hazel eyes, replacing its void.

"Why is all this happening to me?" She whispered quietly to herself as her other hand fondled the teddy bear's soft head, sobbing. "Whether if you are my future daughter or son, I wish you can fill this emptiness and hug this precious teddy bear of yours and be loved by both of us!" The former nun kept on with her desperate monologue, murmuring to herself until she heard footsteps behind her as Timothy noted his future wife grieving over its crib's emptiness, walking up to her. It broke his heart even more when he saw her vulnerable and unable to control her gloomy emotions over the feeling of being a childless fiancé.

All of a sudden, she felt a masculine, secure hand on top of her shoulder, ushering her to turn to Timothy who stepped alongside her as he watched desperately down the empty cote, pursing his lips for a while by looking up at his future wife's honey brown eyes, pursuing for its eye contact until their eyes met, locking up their magnetic stares. Then his plump lips popped up as his other free hand reached up for her face, cupping her jaw as she placed her hands on his broad shoulders.

"I wish I had the child of our dreams to fill this bassinet and our mini us hugs this precious teddy bear of his or hers." The former sister of the church wretchedly muttered out.

"It's okay, my love! One day, we will find a way for a child to come in our lives as well." Then they hugged tightly and warmly, relishing its moment by burying her tear-stained face in the crook of his neck, subduing her sniffles and sobs until her last tears dried and they no longer rolled down on her cheeks. The former holy man rubbed her shoulder, trying to comfort her and keep their wits about the imminent future that awaited them, giving her a hope in having their own child or adopt their own at least.

Thereafter they broke off the hug as Jude couldn't feel better, thanks to Timothy's heartwarming words as they fled the children's room as he went in the kitchen to make tea for themselves, while Jude takes a quick, lukewarm shower, subsequently changing herself in more casual garments and calm her nerves and her twitchy cells, torturing her gradually.