'Cause Our Love Will Light The Way, chapter 3
Emily's POV
Leaving Frankie's and Stella's house at ten, I decided to pay a visit to Starbucks. Putting off the things I dreaded had been a bad habit I'd had since I was a child. Sipping slowly on my coffee, fiddling absentmindedly on my neck lace which hung loosely around my neck, I found myself thinking about one of my fondest memories. The first time Jakob and I kissed. I was sixteen, and he was twenty four.
He was sitting next to me, helping me sort through my CD collection, something that was well over due to be done. I was giving away all the old ones I didn't like, and putting back the ones that were purchased by me. The ones I didn't listen to tended to be from relatives or family friends who had no idea what I wanted for my birthdays, because the thought that I already had everything I wanted. Well, that was pretty much true.
Night time had fallen, and the two bedside lamps dimly light the room. Stacks of CDs were spread across the floor around me, and I hadn't got very far with sorting through them; Jakob and I were laughing and joking around.
"How many are you planning to keep?" joked Jakob, running his finger up the spines of the CD's in the stack to the right of me. This stack, I had decided, was the 'for keeps' stack.
"I can't decide whether to throw these things out or not," I said, staring down at the big pile. I picked up my 'Barbie Party Mix- volume one'. I turned the CD over, smiling, forgetting that I had this CD. I clucked my tongue, staring hard at the CD, wondering if I should throw it out or not. It was more a sentimental object, as I was pretty sure that this CD was the first one I ever had. Jakob looked up at me.
"Stop clicking your tongue," he said.
I looked at him and smiled wickedly. [i] Cluck, cluck, cluck went my tongue.
"Stop it!" he whined, poking me in the side. I stopped, and turned back to the CD. But I couldn't concentrate on it. What was I looking at it for again?
I looked back at Jakob. His jet black hair was messed up, as usual, and the glow of the lights shadowed some of his face. A wild mass of butterflies swarmed my stomach. I loved the way that he could make me feel like that. Jakob suddenly turned to me.
"What?" he said, smirking.
I blushed and looked anywhere else in the room but his handsome face. "Nothing."
Feeling his gaze still on my face, I quickly picked the Barbie CD back up. "Do you think I should thro-" I was cut off by a pair of lips, slamming hard on mine, and his hands supporting my head. His lips remained on mine; I could taste him. He bent over me so that I was leaning back on the bed, never breaking our kiss. My hands ran up his back and intertwined around his neck, trying to pull him closer, wanting more of him. He knelt on either side of my body, and his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. His pressing lips softened, and they lingered on mine before he slowly pulled back, practically knocking me out with those enchanting emerald eyes. [/i]
Six years later, we're married, and expecting a child. Who would have thought?
It felt as though a whole cage of butterflies had been released in my stomach, at just the mere thought of giving birth, and being a mother. I wasn't sure whether I was ready. Watching Stella and Mona grow into motherhood was something special. They said that the best experience ever is being a parent, but I felt as though I was having this baby for Jakob. Being six years apart, there had always been certain lumps in our relationship. I didn't think I was ready to fully give up my life for such a big commitment, being only twenty two. Jakob, at twenty eight, had always wanted a child, and was ready for one now. I knew that he would always be there for me, no matter what. But what if I completely screwed this up? I thought. Jakob was the world to me. I couldn't, wouldn't screw this up.
I snapped back to reality when I realized that I had been sipping on an empty cup. I put the money down on the table and left.
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I pulled out my key, and opened the front door. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I quietly walked through to the living room and the kitchen, scanning for any sign of life. Deciding that Jakob must be out, I headed upstairs to the bedroom to shower. I opened the door softly, and saw Jakob sitting with his back to me, on the bed. He didn't turn around. I saw that he was gazing at a picture which normally rested on the bedside table. It was one that had been taken on the beach, the second night of our honeymoon. I was leaning against Jakob's body, wrapped in his embrace, both of us smiling up at the camera. I remember that night.
We had just spent the after lazing around on the nearly isolated beach, until Jakob found a crab in the sand. I jumped up and squealed. I hated creepy-crawlies, including crabs. He picked it up and looked at me, his lips formed in an evil grin.
"Oh no you don't, Jakob Danger Armstrong! Put that crab back in the water," I commanded. He got up, and then half way down to the water, he turned back and started chasing me with the crab in his hands, grinning like a mad man, knowing how much I hated crabs. I squealed and ran down the beach, but he slowly started catching up, so I ran into the water. He swam up to me, and wrapped me in his arms, but I struggled against him.
"Where is it?" I panted, not able to keep the grin off my face.
He grinned. "I chucked it back in the water ages ago."
We hopped out of the water and walked hand-in-hand back to where our towels were. I noticed the camera lying near the backpack. We hadn't taken any photos yet, being only the second day of our honeymoon. I saw a lady walking down the beach, nearing us. When she came closer, I asked her to take a photo of Jakob and me.
"Sure thing," she said as I handed her the camera.
Jakob came up behind me and wrapped his arms over my waist.
"Say cheese!"
I quietly put down my hand bag and crawled across the bed and sat next to him.
The area around his eyes was red and puffy, and there were streaks of black eyeliner run down his face.
"I'm sorry," he said, still looking at the picture.
I didn't say anything.
He looked up at me.
"I'm so, so, so sorry. Can you forgive me?"
I looked down in my lap, trying to think of what to say.
"You scared me. You hurt me. Why?" I asked weakly, looking up at him.
I saw his eyes fill with tears.
"I felt so angry at you," he said, barely whispering, "Because you made it sound like I was the bad guy for leaving you behind when I tour. I hate having to leave you. It tears me apart. You're the only reason I get up in the mornings, you're the one who lights up my day."
At that moment I knew the reason why I fell in love with this guy. He cared for me so much, loved me so much. And I loved him. I laced my fingers through his.
"I love you too," I whispered.
I leant forwards and pulled him into a hug.
"I missed you," I heard him mumble into my hair.
We lay back on the bed, facing each other. Jakob was caressing my cheek, and running his fingers through my hair. These moments were my favorite. Not when we were having sex, or kissing, (though I did enjoy those moments as well) but when we were not even saying anything, just enjoying and appreciating each others company. I studied his face. He looked so much like his father. Same green eyes, same spiky black hair. You would think that, just by looking at him, Billie had impregnated himself with Jakob, as he didn't look like Adrienne one bit.
"I love you," Jakob mumbled. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he said, with each 'I love you' moving closer to me, until finally our noses were touching. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, staring intensely into each others eyes. I could see the light dancing around his emerald eyes, and the faint traces of eyeliner.
He slowly moved his lips closer to mine, until they were scarcely millimeters apart.
"I love you," he whispered, looking into my eyes. Then, he kissed me gently. His lips lingered on mine, his tongue tracing my top lip. He driftedly pulled back, and looked down at me. "Don't ever leave me," he murmured. I cupped his face and pulled him closer, wanting more. He ran his hands through my hair, and down my back, leaving tingling trails all over my body. Down my sides and on the back of my thighs. His lips brushed mine, and then again, but more passionately this time. My tongue darted in and out of his mouth, teasing him. I felt his warm hands travel up my back, under my tank. I removed his shirt and pants, as he did to mine. We started to get right into it, when my phone went off.
Jakob quickly got off me, so I could go answer it.
I looked at the caller ID. Frankie.
"Hey," I panted.
"Hey, I just wanted to check that every thing was alright between you guys... obviously it is," I heard him chuckle.
I laughed too.
"Yeah, everything's fine, thanks. And thank you for letting me stay last night, I really appreciate it."
"No probs. I'll let you get back to it, eh?"
"Alright, see you later."
I closed my phone and walked back to the bed, where Jakob was lying, with an amused expression on his face.
"Now, where were we?"
I woke up at twelve that night. Damn cell phone. It was a text from Frankie, saying that Stella had gone into labor, and asking me to go to his house and mind Ciarra till they came home, then take her to the hospital when the clock reached a reasonable hour. I got up, and dressed, deciding against waking Jake up. I wrote a note explaining were I'd be, and headed of to Frankie's. Ciarra was asleep in her bed. I lay down on the guest bed, and fell asleep.
I woke early the next morning, and remembered where I was. I got up, and woke Ciarra. Ciarra was two years old. She had the cutest smile, and curly blonde hair with bright blue eyes; a brand of the Wright family. I fed her breakfast, and enlightened her on the situation, even though I was sure that she didn't understand half of what I was saying.
We drove to the hospital, and I asked the receptionist which room Stella was in. We rushed to the room, knowing that she had given birth to a little boy, two hours ago.
We walked into the ward, and up to Stella's bed. I saw Frankie in the chair next to Stella, holding her hand, and dad and Claudia holding the new born.
"Hey, congratulations!" I grinned at the couple.
"Thanks," they said, beaming.
"What's the name?" I enquired, although I already new.
"Jesse Cameron Pritchard."
Frankie signaled for Ciarra to come and sit on his lap. He asked dad for the baby, and then he and Stella gently introduced the new member of the family to Ciarra. I watched as she held the baby, with her dad's arms around her, making sure she didn't drop Jesse. I looked at Stella. She looked exhausted. Her face was red and sweaty. I placed a hand on my stomach.That'll be me in five months time, I thought.
Leaving Frankie's and Stella's house at ten, I decided to pay a visit to Starbucks. Putting off the things I dreaded had been a bad habit I'd had since I was a child. Sipping slowly on my coffee, fiddling absentmindedly on my neck lace which hung loosely around my neck, I found myself thinking about one of my fondest memories. The first time Jakob and I kissed. I was sixteen, and he was twenty four.
He was sitting next to me, helping me sort through my CD collection, something that was well over due to be done. I was giving away all the old ones I didn't like, and putting back the ones that were purchased by me. The ones I didn't listen to tended to be from relatives or family friends who had no idea what I wanted for my birthdays, because the thought that I already had everything I wanted. Well, that was pretty much true.
Night time had fallen, and the two bedside lamps dimly light the room. Stacks of CDs were spread across the floor around me, and I hadn't got very far with sorting through them; Jakob and I were laughing and joking around.
"How many are you planning to keep?" joked Jakob, running his finger up the spines of the CD's in the stack to the right of me. This stack, I had decided, was the 'for keeps' stack.
"I can't decide whether to throw these things out or not," I said, staring down at the big pile. I picked up my 'Barbie Party Mix- volume one'. I turned the CD over, smiling, forgetting that I had this CD. I clucked my tongue, staring hard at the CD, wondering if I should throw it out or not. It was more a sentimental object, as I was pretty sure that this CD was the first one I ever had. Jakob looked up at me.
"Stop clicking your tongue," he said.
I looked at him and smiled wickedly. [i] Cluck, cluck, cluck went my tongue.
"Stop it!" he whined, poking me in the side. I stopped, and turned back to the CD. But I couldn't concentrate on it. What was I looking at it for again?
I looked back at Jakob. His jet black hair was messed up, as usual, and the glow of the lights shadowed some of his face. A wild mass of butterflies swarmed my stomach. I loved the way that he could make me feel like that. Jakob suddenly turned to me.
"What?" he said, smirking.
I blushed and looked anywhere else in the room but his handsome face. "Nothing."
Feeling his gaze still on my face, I quickly picked the Barbie CD back up. "Do you think I should thro-" I was cut off by a pair of lips, slamming hard on mine, and his hands supporting my head. His lips remained on mine; I could taste him. He bent over me so that I was leaning back on the bed, never breaking our kiss. My hands ran up his back and intertwined around his neck, trying to pull him closer, wanting more of him. He knelt on either side of my body, and his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. His pressing lips softened, and they lingered on mine before he slowly pulled back, practically knocking me out with those enchanting emerald eyes. [/i]
Six years later, we're married, and expecting a child. Who would have thought?
It felt as though a whole cage of butterflies had been released in my stomach, at just the mere thought of giving birth, and being a mother. I wasn't sure whether I was ready. Watching Stella and Mona grow into motherhood was something special. They said that the best experience ever is being a parent, but I felt as though I was having this baby for Jakob. Being six years apart, there had always been certain lumps in our relationship. I didn't think I was ready to fully give up my life for such a big commitment, being only twenty two. Jakob, at twenty eight, had always wanted a child, and was ready for one now. I knew that he would always be there for me, no matter what. But what if I completely screwed this up? I thought. Jakob was the world to me. I couldn't, wouldn't screw this up.
I snapped back to reality when I realized that I had been sipping on an empty cup. I put the money down on the table and left.
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I pulled out my key, and opened the front door. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I quietly walked through to the living room and the kitchen, scanning for any sign of life. Deciding that Jakob must be out, I headed upstairs to the bedroom to shower. I opened the door softly, and saw Jakob sitting with his back to me, on the bed. He didn't turn around. I saw that he was gazing at a picture which normally rested on the bedside table. It was one that had been taken on the beach, the second night of our honeymoon. I was leaning against Jakob's body, wrapped in his embrace, both of us smiling up at the camera. I remember that night.
We had just spent the after lazing around on the nearly isolated beach, until Jakob found a crab in the sand. I jumped up and squealed. I hated creepy-crawlies, including crabs. He picked it up and looked at me, his lips formed in an evil grin.
"Oh no you don't, Jakob Danger Armstrong! Put that crab back in the water," I commanded. He got up, and then half way down to the water, he turned back and started chasing me with the crab in his hands, grinning like a mad man, knowing how much I hated crabs. I squealed and ran down the beach, but he slowly started catching up, so I ran into the water. He swam up to me, and wrapped me in his arms, but I struggled against him.
"Where is it?" I panted, not able to keep the grin off my face.
He grinned. "I chucked it back in the water ages ago."
We hopped out of the water and walked hand-in-hand back to where our towels were. I noticed the camera lying near the backpack. We hadn't taken any photos yet, being only the second day of our honeymoon. I saw a lady walking down the beach, nearing us. When she came closer, I asked her to take a photo of Jakob and me.
"Sure thing," she said as I handed her the camera.
Jakob came up behind me and wrapped his arms over my waist.
"Say cheese!"
I quietly put down my hand bag and crawled across the bed and sat next to him.
The area around his eyes was red and puffy, and there were streaks of black eyeliner run down his face.
"I'm sorry," he said, still looking at the picture.
I didn't say anything.
He looked up at me.
"I'm so, so, so sorry. Can you forgive me?"
I looked down in my lap, trying to think of what to say.
"You scared me. You hurt me. Why?" I asked weakly, looking up at him.
I saw his eyes fill with tears.
"I felt so angry at you," he said, barely whispering, "Because you made it sound like I was the bad guy for leaving you behind when I tour. I hate having to leave you. It tears me apart. You're the only reason I get up in the mornings, you're the one who lights up my day."
At that moment I knew the reason why I fell in love with this guy. He cared for me so much, loved me so much. And I loved him. I laced my fingers through his.
"I love you too," I whispered.
I leant forwards and pulled him into a hug.
"I missed you," I heard him mumble into my hair.
We lay back on the bed, facing each other. Jakob was caressing my cheek, and running his fingers through my hair. These moments were my favorite. Not when we were having sex, or kissing, (though I did enjoy those moments as well) but when we were not even saying anything, just enjoying and appreciating each others company. I studied his face. He looked so much like his father. Same green eyes, same spiky black hair. You would think that, just by looking at him, Billie had impregnated himself with Jakob, as he didn't look like Adrienne one bit.
"I love you," Jakob mumbled. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he said, with each 'I love you' moving closer to me, until finally our noses were touching. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, staring intensely into each others eyes. I could see the light dancing around his emerald eyes, and the faint traces of eyeliner.
He slowly moved his lips closer to mine, until they were scarcely millimeters apart.
"I love you," he whispered, looking into my eyes. Then, he kissed me gently. His lips lingered on mine, his tongue tracing my top lip. He driftedly pulled back, and looked down at me. "Don't ever leave me," he murmured. I cupped his face and pulled him closer, wanting more. He ran his hands through my hair, and down my back, leaving tingling trails all over my body. Down my sides and on the back of my thighs. His lips brushed mine, and then again, but more passionately this time. My tongue darted in and out of his mouth, teasing him. I felt his warm hands travel up my back, under my tank. I removed his shirt and pants, as he did to mine. We started to get right into it, when my phone went off.
Jakob quickly got off me, so I could go answer it.
I looked at the caller ID. Frankie.
"Hey," I panted.
"Hey, I just wanted to check that every thing was alright between you guys... obviously it is," I heard him chuckle.
I laughed too.
"Yeah, everything's fine, thanks. And thank you for letting me stay last night, I really appreciate it."
"No probs. I'll let you get back to it, eh?"
"Alright, see you later."
I closed my phone and walked back to the bed, where Jakob was lying, with an amused expression on his face.
"Now, where were we?"
I woke up at twelve that night. Damn cell phone. It was a text from Frankie, saying that Stella had gone into labor, and asking me to go to his house and mind Ciarra till they came home, then take her to the hospital when the clock reached a reasonable hour. I got up, and dressed, deciding against waking Jake up. I wrote a note explaining were I'd be, and headed of to Frankie's. Ciarra was asleep in her bed. I lay down on the guest bed, and fell asleep.
I woke early the next morning, and remembered where I was. I got up, and woke Ciarra. Ciarra was two years old. She had the cutest smile, and curly blonde hair with bright blue eyes; a brand of the Wright family. I fed her breakfast, and enlightened her on the situation, even though I was sure that she didn't understand half of what I was saying.
We drove to the hospital, and I asked the receptionist which room Stella was in. We rushed to the room, knowing that she had given birth to a little boy, two hours ago.
We walked into the ward, and up to Stella's bed. I saw Frankie in the chair next to Stella, holding her hand, and dad and Claudia holding the new born.
"Hey, congratulations!" I grinned at the couple.
"Thanks," they said, beaming.
"What's the name?" I enquired, although I already new.
"Jesse Cameron Pritchard."
Frankie signaled for Ciarra to come and sit on his lap. He asked dad for the baby, and then he and Stella gently introduced the new member of the family to Ciarra. I watched as she held the baby, with her dad's arms around her, making sure she didn't drop Jesse. I looked at Stella. She looked exhausted. Her face was red and sweaty. I placed a hand on my stomach.That'll be me in five months time, I thought.
