Chapter Seventeen
After following our new routine of showering together, fucking against the wall and getting dressed together I leave the house, driving the Audi R8 to the doctors I have been signed up to.
The GP prescribes me the progestogen-only pill, after giving me a thorough lecture on making sure to take it same time every day without fail. This pill will stop my periods eventually and help me with the migraines I have been suffering with since I started my periods. I’m not going to complain about the lack of period because it is a God send really.
I don’t see Leighton anywhere when I get home. I text Maria to make sure she had a good night and got home safe.
Hey Hun,
It’s Abbi.
Did you get home safe, I didn’t get a text?
How was it ;)?
A X
By it, I mean the almighty threesome she had signed herself up for, in my head I was kind of jealous, the thought of those muscly, beautiful men taking her at the same time, filling her every need and desire, damn It makes me all kinds of hot.
Hey Hun,
Let’s put it simple shall we?
I’m still at theirs.
It was UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE!!!!
I cannot walk.
We will have lunch one day next week and I will tell you everything.
M X
Damn lucky girl. I text her back one last time.
I want every last dirty little detail.
Have a good day and stay safe.
A X
I spend the day cooking some dinner in the slow cooker, baking Leighton’s favorite chocolate covered ginger biscuits, and catching a few rays on the balcony in the spring sun.
At five o’clock, four hours after coming back from the doctors, Leighton arrives home, in a foul mood. His knuckles are cut and he has a split eyebrow.
“What happened to you?” I ask him getting slightly annoyed at the constant marring of his perfect body.
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.” He walks past without even kissing me, straight into his bedroom. That did nothing but piss me off majorly.
Half hour later he emerges, changed into low hung sweat pants, the perfect man V of muscle visible, it makes me want to lick every delicious inch of his body. His hair is still dripping a little from his obvious shower, the droplets falling onto his chest and then trickling down his abs.
I lick my lips, and look at him with my lustful eyes. I can’t stay mad at him for long when he looks so damn fine.
“So what did you get up to today?” he asks me.
“Cooked, cleaned a little and sunbathed on the balcony, the spring really is rather beautiful this year, pretty hot too. I need a little color I’m too pale.”
“No you do not. Your skin is beautiful. So creamy and soft.” He finally walks over to me and lifts me in his arms, placing me on the sideboard in the kitchen. He leans down and brushes my wild tendrils from around my eyes before kissing me passionately. Slipping his strong tongue into my mouth he consumes me entirely.
“I missed you.” He puts his head into my neck and breathes me in, “You smell so good.”
I hear the stew boiling a little too wildly “Fuck, dinner.” I try wiggling off the side, but he traps me in trying to conceal a laugh “Leighton, move.” I command him, pushing gently on his chest. He eventually lets me go, my body sliding of the edge of the marble effortlessly.
I run to the slow cooker, which I’d turned up a little when he got home and had forgotten to keep an eye on it, oops my bad!
So, what does Leighton do in reaction to my mental five seconds? That’s right the fucker laughs at me.
“You want burnt food you fucker?” I ask him tossing a tea towel at his sexy head.
“I’m sure your food would still taste yummy burnt.” Flattery will get him nowhere.
“Stop being a charming bastard and butter some bread, I bought a fresh loaf on the way home.
“Yes ma’am.” He mock salutes me making me roll my eyes at his childlike behavior.
I serve us a bowl of stew each, leaving them to cool by the window whilst I take the now golden biscuits from the oven and put them on my trusty heat rack.
“Here, blow before you eat it otherwise it will scald you.” I warn him as I hand him the fuller of the two bowls. The amount of times I had burnt myself when I was younger, because I was in too much of a rush to wait for it to cool.
We settle on the sofa to eat our food. When I finish mine I place my bowl aside and then pop a movie on. I wait for Leighton to finish so I can snuggle to his side.
“That was so good baby, Thank you.” I smile up at him, his eyes beaming bright at me.
“Why, thank you. Do you realize it has only been forty-eight hours since we admitted the way we felt and started this thing between us; it seems like months have passed. I still could never repay you for how you’ve changed my life. You are truly my own guardian angel.”
“Forty-eight hours? That’s crazy. Well as I’ve loved you since I saw you it has been months to me.” I blush and my heart melts a little at his words.
“I love you.” I kiss his cheek and return to watching the movie, his arms pulling me to him.
“I love you too Abigail, always sweetheart.”
I begin to fall asleep pretty quickly into the film. The next thing I know I feel Leighton pick me up from the sofa as he turns the TV off. I hear his feet padding the carpet on the floor and then the creaking of the stairs as he takes me to his room.
Removing my clothing and getting me into bed, he turns the lamp on and switches the main light out, climbing into bed he pulls my back to his front, spooning me.
“Sweet dreams angel.” Are the last words I hear before I shut off for the night.
Chapter Eighteen
Before I know it another six months have passed in the blink of an eye. My life has been perfect every single day from the moment Leighton had told me he loved me. Even when I think back to the day Kalina had tried to steal my man, the day I had lost control of every rational thought and the only thing pumping through my conscience was the need to end her, to pummel her into the floor, he had been there, reassuring me, telling me how proud he was of me and that he couldn’t think of anyone better to be his girlfriend.
I spend my days either helping at Angelino’s, tidying up after the lazy bastard that was Leighton, or studying for my college course I had begun. I was studying English Literature again, like I had been at Lisa and Carls. I want to eventually become a teacher, spreading the joy of books to other people, to make them see the magical world of fiction.
I count every day as a blessing when I wake up beside my man, six months together and we are still tight and as strong as anything. I have been off the streets for eight months in total. Eight months of fearless, safe and loving care.
The weather outside is glorious now, middle of August and bright sunshine in the brightest blue sky I have ever seen. The countryside really does summer well, the flowers are in full bloom and the trees are full and green.
In the evenings we sit and eat together, snuggling and watching a movie or attending any parties or engagements together. I’ve only had to see Kali on three small occasions. The anger is still raw every time. And every time I want nothing more than to continue smashing her face in. Before I am ever able to make eye contact with her Leighton or Thomas removes me from the room.
Very rarely Leighton will go away on business, leaving me at home alone. I don’t like it, in fact I hate it, but there is nothing I can do. I can’t tell him not to go, his work is his life.
It’s a very warm Thursday afternoon; I’m busy sweeping in the kitchen whilst Leighton is at the restaurant working as usual, the restaurant I suppose I should be at. As I bend down to sweep up the dust with the dustpan I suddenly feel dizzy and really sick.
I feel a warm feeling rising through my stomach and up through my throat.
I run to the bathroom in time to dispense the vomit into the bowl. Gushes of fluid come up, staining my pristine ceramic toilet. My gut already begins to ache as the muscles clench, forcing the nausea further up.
When I finish, because the only thing now coming up is painful air, I wipe the remnants of my sickness away and flush the evidence down the toilet.
Feeling much better I begin to cook a nice curry for dinner, already taking on the role as wife in the household. Not that I complain, I would love more than anything to be his wife.
I chop, slice and dice the ingredients and then add them to the slow cooker. I turn the dial on the appliance to let the dinner cook.
My phone buzzes on the sideboard and I reach and clasp it, sliding the screen across to unlock the text that I can already see is from Leighton;
Hey baby,
I’ll be home at about seven this evening.
How are you today?
X
I smile at his text, a warmth feeling in my stomach at his lovingness to me. I immediately reply.
Hey Sexy,
Dinners cooking so it will be ready for you when you get home.
Feeling a little rough today.
Just been sick :/
Bit weird.
Anyway, I miss you.
Your Abbi xxx
Just saying the word makes me feel ill again and I have to sprint the whole length of the mansion to the closest toilet to be sick once more.
I sit back against the unit in the bathroom and wipe my hands over my face, clearing myself of the sweat collecting there. I think to myself that I must have a bug or something. I haven’t been ill in years; even living on the streets I was never ill.
I decide to have a lie down whilst dinner simmers away slowly. Hitting the cloud like pillows on our bed, I pass out almost instantly.
*****
“Baby, come on baby wake up.” I feel somebody shaking my body and I groan.
“Abbi, wake up sweetie, dinners ready.” I hear Leighton’s voice filter through my ears. I flicker my eyes open to see my handsome man staring down at me. “There you are.” He strokes my cheek with his fingertips, sliding the hair away from my face delicately.
“What’s the time?” I ask him sitting myself up and stretching.
“It’s half seven baby.” I jump from the bed needing to get dinner finished; it’s probably burnt to smithereens already.
“We’re you going Abbi?” he questions me confused at my sudden panicking state.
“Dinner, it needs finishing.” I run around flustered.
“I finished it. Might be microwave rice but I managed.” He chuckles proudly at himself.
“Well done you. You’re learning fast.” I mock him, cupping then stroking his face, his day old stubble scratching my fingertips lightly.
Suddenly a wave of nausea hits me again like a brick wall to the face and I dash for the en-suite barely making it in time to spew in the toilet.
“Oh God. Ergh” I feel Leighton sweep my hair from my face and rub my back for me.
“You been like this all day?” he questions me, a worried look maiming his beautiful face.
I can only nod as another bout of sick erupts from me. My stomach clenches as the pain pierces through me.
“Poor angel. Good girl, get it all up. That’s it baby.” He continues to rub my back in a smooth circle, holding my hair in a makeshift ponytail.
After what seems like hours I finally finish, leaning back on my heels. Leighton presses a warm flannel to my face and cleans the evidence and heat away for me. His tender and loving care warms my insides.
“Thanks.” I say through the material of the cloth. It feels amazing. He wipes away the sweat and sick from my skin and brushes my hair out of my face sticking it in a ponytail for me.
“Go back to bed sweetie, I’ll bring dinner up.” he helps me from the floor, pulling me into a cuddle, rubbing the back of my head and kissing the top of it. “Poor bubba.”
I climb back into bed and lean on the head board. I rub my aching stomach, slightly swollen from whatever stupid bug I have.
A few minutes later Leighton returns with a tray, a plate of curry and rice, a portion of naan bread and a glass of juice. “Didn’t think you’d be in the mood for wine tonight, so Ribena it is.” He smiles sweetly passing me the tray.
“You’re amazing you know that?” I tell him, reassuring him his actions have been noticed and that I am grateful for his assistance and tender loving care.
“What can I say, I do try.” He climbs into bed next to me, switching on the TV that hangs on the bedroom wall, putting an episode of Big Bang Theory on for me.
“You not eating babe?” I ask him, the lack of plate an obvious reason.
“Already eaten. Tried to wake you when I got in but were sound asleep, so I ate and then came to wake you up.” he kisses my cheek and sits watching me eat.
Placing the tray on the sideboard with my empty glass and plate I lean back and rub my now even more bloated belly. I had obviously eaten far too much.
“I have a food baby now.” I giggle feeling slightly better.
I snuggle back down into the bed, pulling the covers around me and cuddling into Leighton’s awaiting arms. My head rests on his chest listening to his even paced heartbeat and light breathing. His intoxicating scent fills my nostrils.
I laugh at a bit in the Big Bang Theory.
“You know I love that sound.” Leighton reveals to me, drawing lazy circles over my sore tummy.
I laugh even louder, a proper Santa Clause chuckle. “You know for such a small girl, Bernadette has some massive tits. Howard is a lucky bloke. I think I’d do her along with Penny.”