“Two o’clock babe, how are you feeling?” he strokes my arm as he speaks and I smile without realising I’m doing it.
“Ok now I think, just needed to sleep it off. Has anyone heard from Rafe?”
“He’s downstairs beautiful, along with his husband!” he smiles as he speaks and I jump up, I’m so excited to see my brother and knowing that he’s here is the motivation that I need to get my butt out of bed, “Your crazy Spanish aunt is here too…” I hear him say weakly as I run for the stairs.
“Rafael Alvez-English, you are a sight for sore eyes” I call out as I practically run into the living room and throw my eyes around my newlywed brother,
“Rosetta Alvez, you are a sore sight for eyes! Are you feeling ok? You look rough!” Rafe always did have a way with words,
“Oh, thanks big brother! If you must know I slightly over indulged last night and quite frankly, I feel like shit today” Rafael laughs as he encourages me to go back upstairs brush my teeth and put some make up on, but I have to say hello to Matthew first.
“Hi brother in law” A grin stretches across my face,
“Hi sister in law” Matthew returns my expression,
I smile as I leave the living room and head back up to my bedroom to sort myself out. As I catch sight of myself in the mirror I realise that Rafe was right, I look like death, just slightly warmed up.
By the time I have finished making myself look like an actual living person again I am starving, my stomach is well and truly empty and I can’t wait to get some food inside me.
As I walk into the kitchen I am over the moon to see Mam pouring batter into a muffin tray, a sure sign that her Sunday roast is almost ready. I peek under the warm tin foil parcel and steal a slice of mouth-wateringly delicious beef before being whipped with a tea towel and banished from the kitchen. Sundays at home are the best.
I walk into the living room where all of the men in my life are watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers and I can’t help but laugh as I plonk myself down in Jackson’s lap and wrap my arms around his neck.
“One gay wedding and you go all Rodgers and Hammerstein on me!” Jackson smiles as he ruffles the hair at the back of my head and turns my face to his for a kiss,
“Pip called for you earlier, I answered your phone so it didn’t wake you. It’s on the table” I smile at Jackson as I get up to get my phone and return Pippa’s call, I sit on the stairs not wanting to disturb the macho men in the living room and press call on Pip’s name,
“Oh my god, how good was last night?” Pip sounds worse than me, she hardly has any voice and I giggle as an image of her singing into the DJs microphone comes clearly into my head.
We talk for a while about the wedding. Pip found it hilarious when Jackson shot Michael down and watched as Michael skulked off to the bar to drink himself silly. I hear Ben in the background singing loudly and ask Pip what he’s up to, she tells me that he’s cooking and that his food is absolutely to die for.
After a while Pip giggles and I hear Ben saying “Hi Rosie” loud and clear down the phone and then the sound of them kissing,
“GET A ROOM!!” I shout and burst into laughter as Pip chuckles on the end of the phone,
“Oh crap that reminds me, I forgot to take my pill, well done RoRo!” as Pippa speaks a haze descends over my eyes and I gasp,
“Pip… I don’t remember when I last took mine. And I’m late!” Pippa falls silent for a moment before telling me she’ll be round about six.
I eat my dinner in a daze. When Jackson and Mam both ask me if I’m ok I just tell them I’m feeling a little delicate. When Pip knocks the door at six on the nose I let her in and she just hugs me, I tell everyone that I’m going out for some fresh air with Pippa and my best friend takes my hand and leads me out of the house.
Rosie is still a bit off colour since the wedding. I’m wondering if it’s some kind of virus rather than a hangover. Rafe and Matthew are heading off to New York this evening for their mini-moon, they’re having a proper honeymoon later in the year but Sophie has been running Rafael’s for two weeks now and Rafe is a nervous wreck. We’re all going out for dinner together before we drop them to the airport and I’m hoping that will cheer Rosie up.
We’re eating at Joaquin and Bernie’s bar and I can’t wait, I love tapas and know that Rosie loves being together there with all of her family. Her face lights up in those moments, the only time that she looks more beautiful is when she is overcome with pleasure underneath me.
“You ready babe?” Rosie asks as she comes into the bedroom where I’m getting dressed,
“Yeah I’m coming, have you seen my wallet babe?” I can’t find it anywhere and I can’t go out without it,
“No but you don’t need it, come on we’re on a schedule” she smacks me on the backside as she leaves the bedroom,
“You lot go, I’ll follow. Leave the key and I’ll lock up!” I call after her and continue to look for my wallet.
I hear the door close as I’m on my hands and knees looking under the bed. I remember paying for the taxi after the wedding but haven’t seen it since. I’ve looked downstairs and I know if I’d left it down there anywhere Bernie would have found it while she was cleaning so it has to be up here somewhere. I pull out the bedside table to look behind it and the drawer falls open.
“Yes!” I knew I’d find it eventually, I pick up my wallet and I freeze.
As I pick up the white stick from the drawer my mouth goes dry and I sit down on the bed. It takes a moment before I even look at the little window to see two blue lines and when I do, I feel sick. I’m not ready for this, we’re not ready.
I put the pregnancy test back in the drawer and try to compose myself when my phone rings, its Rosie,
“Hey, you coming or am I eating your food?” she laughs but all I can think is that she’s eating for two now. I know my voice is monotonous as I answer,
“Yep, on my way”
I paint on a smile through dinner. I laugh and joke with everyone and talk to Matthew all the way to Manchester airport as Rosie and Rafe sing and giggle from the back seat. The ride home with just Rosie and me in car could have been awkward and silent but I’m thankful when she falls to sleep.
As we arrive back at the house and I wake Rosie we hardly make eye contact before heading inside. Pip and Ben are sitting around the dining table chatting with Bernie and Joaquin and the smell of fresh coffee hits my senses, it’s just what I need right now.
At some point I need to confront Rosie about the test but right now I can’t speak to her. I can’t pretend anymore that there’s nothing wrong so I take my coffee out into the garden.
I’ve been sitting thinking about what I’m going to do for about ten minutes when Rosie opens the conservatory door and speaks to me,
“Babe it’s getting cold are you coming in?” her voice sounds just at is always does. Not a care in the world and I wonder if she was ever planning on telling me.
“No I’m fine!” I don’t even look at her as I answer,
“Right Jackson what the hell is wrong with you today? You may have been painting on a smile in front of my family but I know you, you’re being really off with me!” She walks over to stand in front of me and I glance up at her briefly before shaking my head and laughing,
“You’re really not going to tell me are you? I saw the fucking test Rosie, I know you’re pregnant, and you know I’m not ready for that! I told you in Thailand that I don’t want kids!” my voice is low and I shake my head. I can’t help being angry, we always used condoms until she told me she was on the pill and now this.
“Jackson…I…” she stutters over her words and steps back as I stand closely in front of her,
“I can’t do it Rosie, I don’t want this” She looks me in the eyes with tears in hers and takes a breath before she speaks,
“The test isn’t mine Jackson, its Pippa’s!”
CHAPTER TWENTY
We’ve been back in London nearly two weeks and t
hings between Rosie and I are tense to say the least. She is quiet and withdrawn and we haven’t slept in the same bed since we’ve been home. A lot happened while we were in Buxton; more that I can believe is even real. We have to go back up at the end of the month to give evidence against Jonah and then hopefully we can move forward.
I wish I could pin all of this bad atmosphere on him but the truth is that I know I’m to blame. I saw the reaction in Rosie’s eyes when I told her so venomously that I didn’t want the child that I thought she was carrying, but I can’t change who I am.
I don’t know where we go from here. I don’t want children and Rosie does so I don’t know what the future holds for us. What I do know though is that if we have any chance of making this work, I need to convince Rosie that I’m the same man she fell in love with.
I knock the door to Rosie’s flat and Pip answers the door,
“Oh, hi sorry I didn’t know you were here, should I leave?”
“No come in, I’m going now anyway. Rosie’s just in the loo” Pip picks up her coat and handbag and calls in to Rosie, “Ro, Jackson’s here. I’ll see you later babe,” she kisses me on the cheek and closes the door behind her.
When Rosie steps into the living room she takes my breath away, her normally curly red hair is poker straight and drapes over her bare shoulders. She’s wearing her yoga trousers that hang low on her hips and the matching vest top that somehow pushes her boobs up and displays them like a work of art, she looks so incredibly sexy and I am eager to get my hands on her.
“Rosie, you look gorgeous” I walk over to where she’s standing and feel her become tense as I put my hands on her hips to pull her close, “Rosie, can we move forward, please.”
Rosie looks up at me through her lashes in that way that she knows drives me wild.
“I want to Jackson, I do, but…”
“Rosie, I was a twat, I know that. Look I have a perfect weekend planned for us, I’ve really missed you. Come to my apartment with me, please” I stroke my hands around to her spine as I beg her to help me get ‘us’ back,
“Ok, but you have to kiss me first” she smiles weakly and I oblige.
I’m lying on Rosie’s bed watching her pack a bag for the weekend and I can’t help but get hard when she gets down on all fours to reach into the back of her wardrobe for something.
“Jesus Christ, I love those trousers on you!” when she turns her head to grin at me I have to use my hands to try and adjust my jeans to accommodate my arousal. Her eyes are drawn hungrily to where I’m now stroking slowing and she moves with cat like agility to straddle me and pin my wrists down above my head,
“You Mr James are a tease” she circles her hips, rubbing herself against my erection and causing me to buck my hips in response, as if it’s possible to fuck her through the layers of clothes we’re wearing,
“I’m not teasing Rosetta; you can do whatever you want with me. I’m all yours”
She releases my wrists and leans down to kiss me as I dig my fingers into her hips and encourage her to keep moving, rubbing herself against me is making both of us hot.
“This is quite possibly my favourite outfit of yours, but I want it off you right now!” I am breathless with the ferocity of our kissing and can’t wait much longer before I’m inside her.
I sit up and encourage Rosie to lie down. I kiss across her lower belly and hip bones as I pull her trousers under her bum and sit up to pull them off, she’s wearing the black French knickers that I love on her and I’m tempted to leave them on, but as much as I love fucking Rosie with her underwear still on, I love making love to her completely naked.
I pull them down and off before removing my own t-shirt. I pull Rosie to sitting and she raises her arms as I pull at the hem of her vest and raise it over her head and off. She undoes and removes her bra as I watch, looking into her eyes as she looks into mine.
I’m kneeling in front of Rosie and am eager for her touch as she slowly undoes the buttons on my jeans and frees me, taking me immediately in her mouth as she pushes my jeans down over my backside. I’m glad I decided to go commando today and am free for her to suck and stroke as she pleases.
The feel of her warm mouth surrounding me makes me tip my head back as I push forward, offering myself to her. Rosie’s nails rake across my backside and come to rest on my hips. I look down and take a moment to enjoy watching her take me into her mouth. She circles with her tongue and the shockwaves cause me to lose my mind a little.
My fingers grip into her hair as she moves her head back and forward sucking hard when she reaches the tip. When she comes up for air and pumps her hands up and down my dick she looks up and me and smiles before licking her lips. I can’t take any more.
I pull out of her hands and push back, pulling her legs so that she falls onto her back and spreading them wide. She’s beautiful.
I sit back on my heels and use two fingers to rub Rosie’s clit in circles; I can watch her reactions from here and can’t help but push my fingers inside as I lean down and circle the tip of my tongue around and over Rosie’s clit. She pushes her hips down as if she’s trying to force herself onto my mouth and working fingers and I suck, she arches her back and I take it as my invitation.
Rosie’s head is hanging off the end of the bed as I lean up and pull her by her legs towards me. I know she’s ready for me and as I lean above her and push the tip of my dick inside her, her hands pulling on the back of my ribs encourage me to plunge hard and deep into her.
Her head goes back and she arches her back up toward me as I find a delicious rhythm. I take Rosie’s hand and encourage her to rub her clit as I push hard into her and she happily obliges.
I feel the familiar clenching around me and it feels like I’ve been punched in the stomach as Rosie starts to rock toward me moaning uncontrollably. I feel my balls tighten underneath me and pick up my pace. The pleasure washes over me as the heat rushes through my body and I open my eyes to see Rosie become limp underneath me.
Sex is so much more with her, I feel so connected to her in that moment, physically and emotionally. And if I can spend a lifetime making her come like that, I’ll be a happy man.
When we get to my flat I lock the door and tell Rosie that it’s staying locked until Monday morning. I make her switch her phone off and I do the same, I’ve already told Rafe that he can call the landline if he needs us, but only in an emergency, otherwise this weekend is just about Rosie and me getting back on track.
“What are your plans then Mr James? Lock me up so that I can’t run and then ravish me all weekend?” Rosie is playful as she turns to face me and takes her coat off. The yoga trousers are back and all of a sudden the ravishing sounds like a perfect idea,
“Hmm you will certainly be getting seen to Alvez, I promise you that” I walk towards her, “But first I just want to cook for you, eat with you, and cuddle up on the sofa with a DVD…is that ok?” she smiles and throws her arms around my neck, standing up on her tip toes to reach me,
“Perfect!” she kisses me and my tummy flips over, we’re going to be ok…
“You cannot be serious Alvez!!! Jurassic Park is one of the best films ever made, closely followed by Jaws!” I am defensive as she insults my favourite film, but can’t help laughing at her confused expression,
“I don’t understand; you seem so intelligent sometimes Jackson and then you say things like that!” She pisses herself laughing and I have to throw a cushion at her face to shut her up,
“You’re dead to me Alvez!” I stand up and head to the kitchen for another beer as Rosie stops laughing long enough to take a sip of her coke, “Come on then Miss Empire Magazine, what’s your favourite film?” without thinking and with a completely straight face Rosie answers,
“Cars! Closely followed by Days of Thunder!” then she smiles the very smile that got me into this mess in the first place and I laugh. I’m a lucky bloke.
The rest of the evening is spent listening to Emeli Sandé and debating our d
ifferent tastes in film, literature and music. Before I realise it, it’s two am and we’re still talking. Rosie starts to yawn and I know it’s time for bed.
“Right then, it’s bedtime for me. Are you coming?” I stand and hold out my hand to Rosie and she lets me lead her to the bedroom.
I take off my t-shirt and Rosie takes it from me, she puts it on and climbs into bed. I can’t help but smile as she stretches out and shivers in the cold bed. I take off my trousers and climb in next to her,
“Mmm, you’re so warm” she rolls into me and rests her head on my chest while stroking her fingers lightly over my abs as she falls asleep.
I love lots of things about Rosie. The way she bites her lip when she’s nervous, and sticks her tongue out when she works, the way she sings in the shower as though she’s performing to thousands and sex with her blows my mind, but my favourite thing about her is this, the moments of calm, when there are no words but just the soft sound of her breath as she drifts into a peaceful sleep and the scent of her shampoo sending my senses into overdrive. I love her, I love us.
It’s a gorgeous sunny mid-April Sunday morning as Rosie rolls over and smacks me in the face with her forearm,
“Oh god Jackson, did I just hit you?” she wakes with a start and I pretend to hold my nose in pain, “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!”
I can’t help but laugh as she sits up and pulls my hand from my face, and then smacks me for real for teasing her. She lies back down, resuming her position from last night and starts giving her orders,
“Stroke my hair then!” I of course oblige, she is the boss after all.
After breakfast Rosie and I sit at opposite ends of the sofa. Sunlight is streaming in through the large windows in my apartment. I keep peeking over the top of my book to glance at Rosie while she reads. I’ve never seen someone’s facial expressions change so much when they’re reading, one minute she’s frowning and then smiling, it makes me laugh and when she glances up I have to look back to my book to pretend it’s that amusing me and not her. The weekend has been amazing. No distractions at all, just each other’s company, good food and crappy films that Rosie has chosen to watch.
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