Five months later
I lay on my side gazing out the window at the morning sunshine with a silly grin on my face, as I remembered last night
Last night had been, well a lot of things, all of them very good. I felt the big hand splayed across my hip shift and my breathing hitched up in anticipation of starting the day off the same way as we had left it last night. James shifted, pecked a good morning kiss on the back of my shoulder and patted my bottom, before abruptly rolling away.
Hey, where did he think he was going? I turned over to see him sitting up holding his tablet and I knew a moment of extreme jealousy. I tucked the sheet under my arms, which I folded together, while giving him a look.
He glanced at me, "What's the matter with you?"
I turned my gaze ceiling ward, "Someone poured cold water all over my morning high."
He chuckled, but continued leafing through the tablet in his hands and I was just about to roll over in frustrated jealously of the technology, when he whistled through his teeth at me.
I glanced over, "What?"
He looked at me teasingly, "I had no idea that when I married you I was hooking myself up with such an heiress."
I gazed at him blankly and he explained further, "They've finalized your father's estate. He left you everything. I sat up abruptly and the sheet slipped down, which attracted his admiring gaze. I quickly pulled the sheet back up not done with punishing him yet for ignoring me earlier.
"What do you mean everything?"
He handed the tablet to me and I did a double take, "That's, that's over …" I trailed off.
"A billion!" He interjected. "Don't get your hopes up just yet of joining that exclusive club. After taxes and various garnishments you're left with just over six hundred million."
I shrugged, "Still that's not too shabby."
I caught him shaking his head at me and I asked, "What?" with a smile.
"Oh I was just thinking of how probable it is that you'll set the record for how fast six hundred million dollars has ever been given away before."
He had me there. I really didn't want anything to do with the money. I already had more than I could have ever have dreamed of. It would be best if my father's stolen wealth served some good purpose and James was right to say what he had. I was even now growing excited over the possibilities of what worthy charities to give it all away too.