Hallbjorn was such a big man. He had a big heart, and a big body, and when he hugged her smaller frame, she felt perfectly embraced by him. This was why no one else had tempted her. Because she was meant for Hallbjorn. He was her mate, and he was the only one that could make her so wildly happy.<br/><br/>There was love in Kara's eyes when he told her she was nothing like other women. She was very certain he was nothing like other men that she meant, and Kara was sure that even if she had traveled the world, that would still remain true. Her hands cupped his cheeks and she gave herself up to his kiss by pouring all of her love into it.<br/><br/>She smiled softly when he told her that he liked taking care of her. “I want only you to take care of me. You treat me so perfectly that it feels like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music has nothing on me.” That was what Hallbjorn did to her. He made her feel like twirling on a mountain top while singing her heart out. She never would have believed she could love so deeply and be so happy, but with Hallbjorn she did.<br/><br/>Kara sat back down at Hallbjorn's urging, but she didn't start printing right away. She wondered why he was sitting on the floor. It was a question he soon answered as he started to massage her feet. Kara's head fell back and she groaned several times, because she was sure she was in heaven.<br/><br/>He was still working every bit of ache from her feet when she began going through the pictures and printing out the ones she liked the most. Some of them looked like they were taken by an amateur, and others looked perfectly done. She loved both kinds, because they were all memories of her and Hallbjorn.<br/><br/>There was a very nice picture of the two of them together from the Alamo, with the backdrop being some pretty plants and old stone. Another was a picture of the two of them on Bourbon Street while they stood in front of a pretty gas lamp. There were several more of the two of them together, and Kara was happy to print them all after cropping the pictures and making sure they looked just right.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn's face resting on her knee had Kara turning her attention back to him. Her feet felt wonderful. Her mate had magic hands. Her fingers sifted through his hair as she smiled down at him. For some reason, the way that he had rested his cheek against her knee moved her. Perhaps it was because he kneeled to no one, or it might have been because it was such a tender, unguarded moment. Whatever the reason, Kara liked it very much.<br/><br/>“I'll print it right up.” She smiled up at him, then turned her attention to the laptop as he pulled her hair back and rested his hands on her shoulders. The picture he spoke of was with her chin resting on the palm of her hand and her fingers resting against her cheek, perfectly showing off his ring on her finger.<br/><br/>Kara set it to start printing, and then had another idea. She tugged gently on Hallbjorn's hands until his face was beside hers. Kara moved his left hand back up to her shoulder, then twined her fingers with his so that their rings were together and visible. Then she used the laptop to take a picture of them like that.<br/><br/>It came out perfectly, and she sent it to the printer. The one Hallbjorn wanted was finished, and Kara picked it up and blew gently on it before handing it to him. “We have plenty of frames, and can hang them up all over the house. I think a lot of them would look good hanging in the second floor hallway.”<br/><br/>The sun was just setting, and the last of its rays lit up the kitchen. The day had gone by so fast, but that feeling came to her often when she spent her time with Hallbjorn. Kara turned in her seat so she could look into his eyes. She pulled him down for another sweet kiss, and then smiled at him.<br/><br/>“Did you want to stay in for the rest of the evening, or go out to eat?” Kara asked. “I kind of want to stay home with you. I hope that doesn't make me boring.”