*Note from author, heres the next chapter guys! Sorry this one is a little short, its just setting up for the next one:P But, i Just want to say thank you all if you're still reading this!;) @KL_GBarlow_TT*
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"I dont want to go home." I pout against Garys shoulder, we're snuggled up in bed watching a film. Its our last night in the villa and to be brutally honest, i really dont want to go back to cold, wet, miserable England.
"Why not?" Gary mutters against the top on my head, as his fingers tap against his phone screen. Hes sending E-mails or something.
"Well for starters ill have Amanda moaning at me about all the time ive had off work." I half sigh, half chuckle, nestling my body against Gary a little more.
"You're not going back to work." Gary says bluntly, dropping his phone down onto the duvet.
"What?" I recoil from him slightly.
"You're not going back to work." He repeats. "Im not letting you."
"Excuse me?" I laugh in horror.
"You heard me." Gary shrugs, reaching over to the bedside table and taking a sip of water. "You're not going back to work, im not letting you."
"Gary!" I protest, but he cuts me short.
"Libby, you're five and a half months pregnant, im not having you getting up and going to work everyday. It'll stress you out."
"Gary ive been doing that job for five years! I hasnt stressed me out once!" I pull completely away from him and slide out of bed.
"You're not going back to work Libby." Gary looks me dead in the eyes. "End of story."
"No." I snarl, "Its not! Dont you think that i might know, what i can and cant cope with? Why should i listen to you?"
"Because i know best!" Gary gritts his teeth. Hes getting angry.
"No Gary. You dont! You just like to think you do!" I snarl, throwing him a dirty look.
"Just fucking listen to me will you Libby?!" He raises his voice, sitting bolt upright in bed. He doesnt need to stand up for me to acknowledge his presence.
"Since when did you tell me what i could and couldnt do?!" I blurt i anger, hes frustrating me so much. Who the fuck does he think he is?!
"Well we're getting married aren't we?" Gary's eyes widen asif ive asked a completely ridiculous question.
"Well maybe not! Not if this is the way you're going to be acting!" I shout, dragging the engagement ring off my finger and throwing it down on the bed next to Gary. Shit. I dont mean that do i? Why did i just do that? Why the fuck did you just do that Libby?! Twat.
I dont dare look at Garys facial expression as i turn swiftly on my heels and walk out of the room, holding my ground. I half expect him to follow me as i make my way down the open staircase, but i cant hear foot steps.
I open the double french doors and step outside into the warm evening air, i risk a quick glance behind me, but still no Gary. Ive upset him havent i. Shit ive really, really upset him. Nice one Lib. I make myself comfy on the outdoor settee, what do i do? I cant exactly just pop my head around the door and ask for the ring back can i? Fuck. Did i just break up with him? No. No. I didint do that did i? I dont want to do that! Thats not what i meant! Oh jesus christ Libby. Stop over thinking. He'll be out in a minute.
I wait a while longer, twisting my finger into one another, but theres still no sign of Gary. What if hes just left? Oh get a fucking grip.
I tip my head against the cushioned back of the sofa and close my eyes briefly, replaying the last ten minuets over and over in my mind.
"Im sorry." A familair grumble prompts me to open my eyes. Gary is sat next to me in nothing but his pyjama bottoms. Stay focused.
"Mmh." I sulk back. Im stilll pissed off with him really...
"Lib, look baby im sorry. I didnt mean it okay?" Gary curves a hand over my knee and honestly, it feels too nice to move it. "Just dont leave me? Okay? Please dont leave me Lib, you know i didnt mean it like that?"
"Then how did you mean it?" I mutter, staring at his hand on my knee because i know if i look im in the eyes he'll make me crumble.
"I- Just-" He sighs, trying to find the words. "Im just worried about you. And you know i just want to look after you, because i love you. But i was out of order, totally. No question about it. And of course, if you want to go back to work then im not going to stop you." Gary leans forwards and kisses my temple gently.
"Finally." I cant help the smirk creep across my lips. "Some rational thinking from you."
"So you're not going to leave me?" His hand tightens on my knee.
"No." I grin, turning to face him. "You know i never would have..."
"Thank God for that." Gary breathes out a smile, slipping the ring back onto my finger and pulling me onto his knee. I sit sideways over his legs and wrap mt arms around his neck as he hugs me tightly, muttering something i cant hear against my shoulder. I nestle my face into Garys neck, kissing him occasionally on the bare flesh, i close my eyes gently, tightening my arms around his shoulder as i enjoy the feeling of his body against mine.
"I love you." He mutters after a while.
"Love you too." I whisper, my eyes still shut against his neck.
"Come on." Gary breathe, twisting sightly so his arm is under my knees. "You're tired. Lets get you back inside."
I dont even attempt to argue as Gary scoops me up in his arms and carries me back up to bed...
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"I dont want to go home." I pout against Garys shoulder, we're snuggled up in bed watching a film. Its our last night in the villa and to be brutally honest, i really dont want to go back to cold, wet, miserable England.
"Why not?" Gary mutters against the top on my head, as his fingers tap against his phone screen. Hes sending E-mails or something.
"Well for starters ill have Amanda moaning at me about all the time ive had off work." I half sigh, half chuckle, nestling my body against Gary a little more.
"You're not going back to work." Gary says bluntly, dropping his phone down onto the duvet.
"What?" I recoil from him slightly.
"You're not going back to work." He repeats. "Im not letting you."
"Excuse me?" I laugh in horror.
"You heard me." Gary shrugs, reaching over to the bedside table and taking a sip of water. "You're not going back to work, im not letting you."
"Gary!" I protest, but he cuts me short.
"Libby, you're five and a half months pregnant, im not having you getting up and going to work everyday. It'll stress you out."
"Gary ive been doing that job for five years! I hasnt stressed me out once!" I pull completely away from him and slide out of bed.
"You're not going back to work Libby." Gary looks me dead in the eyes. "End of story."
"No." I snarl, "Its not! Dont you think that i might know, what i can and cant cope with? Why should i listen to you?"
"Because i know best!" Gary gritts his teeth. Hes getting angry.
"No Gary. You dont! You just like to think you do!" I snarl, throwing him a dirty look.
"Just fucking listen to me will you Libby?!" He raises his voice, sitting bolt upright in bed. He doesnt need to stand up for me to acknowledge his presence.
"Since when did you tell me what i could and couldnt do?!" I blurt i anger, hes frustrating me so much. Who the fuck does he think he is?!
"Well we're getting married aren't we?" Gary's eyes widen asif ive asked a completely ridiculous question.
"Well maybe not! Not if this is the way you're going to be acting!" I shout, dragging the engagement ring off my finger and throwing it down on the bed next to Gary. Shit. I dont mean that do i? Why did i just do that? Why the fuck did you just do that Libby?! Twat.
I dont dare look at Garys facial expression as i turn swiftly on my heels and walk out of the room, holding my ground. I half expect him to follow me as i make my way down the open staircase, but i cant hear foot steps.
I open the double french doors and step outside into the warm evening air, i risk a quick glance behind me, but still no Gary. Ive upset him havent i. Shit ive really, really upset him. Nice one Lib. I make myself comfy on the outdoor settee, what do i do? I cant exactly just pop my head around the door and ask for the ring back can i? Fuck. Did i just break up with him? No. No. I didint do that did i? I dont want to do that! Thats not what i meant! Oh jesus christ Libby. Stop over thinking. He'll be out in a minute.
I wait a while longer, twisting my finger into one another, but theres still no sign of Gary. What if hes just left? Oh get a fucking grip.
I tip my head against the cushioned back of the sofa and close my eyes briefly, replaying the last ten minuets over and over in my mind.
"Im sorry." A familair grumble prompts me to open my eyes. Gary is sat next to me in nothing but his pyjama bottoms. Stay focused.
"Mmh." I sulk back. Im stilll pissed off with him really...
"Lib, look baby im sorry. I didnt mean it okay?" Gary curves a hand over my knee and honestly, it feels too nice to move it. "Just dont leave me? Okay? Please dont leave me Lib, you know i didnt mean it like that?"
"Then how did you mean it?" I mutter, staring at his hand on my knee because i know if i look im in the eyes he'll make me crumble.
"I- Just-" He sighs, trying to find the words. "Im just worried about you. And you know i just want to look after you, because i love you. But i was out of order, totally. No question about it. And of course, if you want to go back to work then im not going to stop you." Gary leans forwards and kisses my temple gently.
"Finally." I cant help the smirk creep across my lips. "Some rational thinking from you."
"So you're not going to leave me?" His hand tightens on my knee.
"No." I grin, turning to face him. "You know i never would have..."
"Thank God for that." Gary breathes out a smile, slipping the ring back onto my finger and pulling me onto his knee. I sit sideways over his legs and wrap mt arms around his neck as he hugs me tightly, muttering something i cant hear against my shoulder. I nestle my face into Garys neck, kissing him occasionally on the bare flesh, i close my eyes gently, tightening my arms around his shoulder as i enjoy the feeling of his body against mine.
"I love you." He mutters after a while.
"Love you too." I whisper, my eyes still shut against his neck.
"Come on." Gary breathe, twisting sightly so his arm is under my knees. "You're tired. Lets get you back inside."
I dont even attempt to argue as Gary scoops me up in his arms and carries me back up to bed...
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