Resolution (Saviour) (12 page)

“
Now you've made me fully hard with all this talk, what am I supposed to do with this?”

He pushes his hard dick against my clit

“Because this my love. This is just for you, no one else interests me, no one else can make me hard like this, there is no one else I want to be inside, ever, just you, just you baby.”

I have no words, so I simply open my legs, tilt my hips and let him slide inside me.

We lay just looking at each other for a while after our sexy session, each lying on our sides, facing the other, our arms folded under our heads.

“
What are you thinking?” He asks with a smile.

“
That I have a very sore noonie.”

“
You do?”

“
I do.”

“
Ha... I knew I would get you to say it eventually.”

I frown.

“Say what?”

“
I do, you just said I do. I knew you would succumb to my sexpertise and charm and realise what a great catch I am and accept my proposal eventually.”

“
You are such a child Gabe. Really.... You wanna go there again?”

“
Always with you baby, but you just said you had a sore noonie.”

“
I’m so not laughing Gabriel, you’re not funny. Please, stop with proposal jokes.”

“
Stop, you really want me to stop? Stop as in Oh baby
Stop
...It’s so good, don't you dare
Stop
sort of way... Or
Stop
as in we really shoulda sorted out a safe word because I really mean
Stop
sort of
Stop
?”

I'm getting annoyed now and am completely lost
, “Stop as in shut the fuck up Gabe.”

He pulls his head back and looks
a bit shocked at my outburst, “Chill, I was only pulling your pissa; you really are touchy this morning.”

“
Well don't. We've just had three days apart and a lot of heart ache because of your proposal bullshit. So I don't find it funny and I don't want to joke about it.”

He looks a little hurt at my words but I feel irrationally angry at the fact he can find it a laughing
matter so soon. Before either of us has a chance to say anymore my phone rings so I stand up from the family room floor. We have slept lying on one furry throw, with another over the top of us. My head spins as I take in the scene and I suddenly feel nauseous. I close my eyes and put my hand out to try and steady myself.

“
Shit... You okay? Did that fucker hit your head last night?”

Gabe jumps up and steadies me.

“No, I'm fine; it's just a head rush. Go and make some coffee. I'll get the phones, they've both been going off all morning.”

I stand on tip toes and kiss him on the cheek and turn and walk off to
ward the bedroom to retrieve our phones.

“
You need to eat. Your arse looks too skinny Lauren,” He shouts as I leave the room.

My arse isn’t skinny, I’m a size twelve, that’s average, bloody cheek
.

“
Well cook me something and I will eat it,” I shout back.

“
Oh I’m good enough to cook for you but I’m not good enough to marry. Fuckin cheek ‘Marriage proposal bullshit’ that wasn’t a bullshit proposal, that was a fair dinkum proposal, I don’t know what her problem is, I thought all women wanted to be proposed to and get married.”

I stand in the doorway and
smile as I listen to his mumblings, he still doesn’t get it, he still thinks this is me rejecting him and not about me not believing in the concept of marriage, I can see this being a sticking point for us; oh well, I won’t be swayed, not for the time being at least.

I grab our phones, pull Gabe
’s T shirt over my head and head back to where he's making us coffee. He's leaning on the bench top waiting for the hot water to pump through the capsule in the coffee machine. He is totally stark bollock naked and looks like a god. A coffee making God –
Nespressios
. Ha! Imagine him bringing you coffee every morning, women across the world laying in their beds in anticipation, men too probably. Naaa, you know what? Scrap that thought, I’m not sharing him with anyone, call it selfish but this one’s all mine. I actually stop dead in my tracks and swallow. Hard as I take him all in. I look over his tattoo; he has a tattoo, of me and of him, on his back. He had it done to show me his feelings, for me. Tears well in my eyes for some reason and a wave of guilt washes over me for the hurt I’ve caused him by refusing to marry him but I smile at the same time, my resolve is weakening already. I am such a sap where this man is concerned.

He senses me standing there and turns around with a grin on his face
, “See something you like?” He wiggles his eyebrows up and down as he asks.

“
Yep....the coffee, shove a sugar in mine. I need a fix.”

I pass him his phone as he passes me a coffee and I go and sit on the sofa. I have several missed calls, voice mails and texts from Jo, Jemma, Sam and both of my sons. I send a text to the girls letting them know I'm fine and safe in the arms of Gabe. I figure I better ring the boys, I try Ryder first but it goes to mes
sage bank.

So I call Sonny
, “Mum, what the fuck is going on are you alright?”

“
I'm fine bubby. Why?”

“
Because I'm getting all sorts of texts and Facebook messages about Jarrod White giving you shit in the pub last night. What's going on – what happened?”

I fill him in on all the details and listen to my son scream blue murder about what he's going to arrange to have done to Jarrod. He's over the moon that Gabe gave him such a battering.

We say our goodbyes and I attempt to call Ryder again when I hear Gabe on the phone. “No, no she's fine; she's just talking to your brother.”

Gabe
’s on the phone to Ryder? When did this bromance start? I look up at him from the sofa. “Yeah, he's a prick, grabbed her by the throat and pushed her backwards, I don't actually know. I don't really remember. I lost it mate, completely lost it. Not a problem, shoulda killed the fucker. Yeah man you know. Yeah, I'll put her on. See ya after.”

He passes me the phone
.

“
Ryder,” is all that he says.

He's still naked and for some rea
son I feel embarrassed, awkward even, I'm not sure what, but it doesn't feel right having a conversation with my son with Gabe standing bare arsed in front of me.

“
Hey bubby.”

“
What the fuck Mum, what has gone on, I swear, I’m gonna kill that fucker.”

“
Ryder, don’t swear like that, I'm fine, I'm fine, really I'm fine.”

Again, this child of mine is also happy that Jarrod cop
ped a beating and actually sounds proud of Gabe as he tells me what every one is saying about the event. Gabe disappears while I'm talking and as I finish my call I go to look for him.

The bath is
running and full of bubbles.

“
Mind it's not too hot before you get in” I jump as I hear his voice.

He's on the t
oilet. Of course he is, “Gabe, really?”

“
I've shut the door and put the extractor on. Fucking hell Lauren a man has to crap somewhere”

“
There's another bathroom next door, why can't you use that? Or better still, the one out by the pool.”

“
Yeah you’re funny Lauren,” he shouts.

Am I
? I wasn't trying to be funny, I was being serious but I stay quiet as I ease myself into the bath, owies, it stings a bit, but then I’m hardly surprised. I can’t help smiling to myself at the normality of the conversation we just had, me, moaning at him, for stinking the bathroom out, a conversation that goes on around the world every day between millions of couples, normal, boring, mundane and I love it. I wince as I lower myself further down slowly. I Lay back, shut my eyes and relax. I have no idea what the time is and despite the fact that I’ve just woken up, I feel so tired.

“
Move forward baby. Let me get in.”

I'm woken from my nana nap by Gabe trying to squeeze into the bath behind me.

“What - we’re gonna do THAT… AGAIN?”

“
Ha ha! You’re funny Lauren, although I’m more than happy to oblige if you really wanna go there? Were you sleeping?”

“
Yeah, sorry, what time is it?”

“
Just after three o'clock.”

“
Shit, we slept late.”

“
We did, glad I chose to stay wrapped around you rather than going fishing with the ol’ man this morning.”

Shit, that
reminds me, Gabe was supposed to go fishing this morning, I was supposed to see my GP, bugger, another missed appointment, I have actually noticed the spotting has stopped the past few days so I am pretty sure it’s down to the amount of sex we have been enjoying.

I scoot down and he pulls my back against his chest once he's settled. We la
y like this for ages in silence, topping up the hot water every time we get cold. I run my fingers up and down his thighs as he kisses the back of my neck and shoulders and occasionally cups my boobs.

“
Gabe?”

“
Mmmmm?”

“
Do you know how much I love you?”

“
Mmmmm Hmmmm.”

“
Good.”

“
Lauren?”

“
Mmmmm?”

“
Will you marry me?”

“
Not going there Gabe.”

He nuzzles his nose into my hair and my skin is instantly covered in
goose bumps. I smile to myself, we say no more, we just lie in our comfortable silence and soak in the bubbles until the water starts to get cold and we can’t top it up any more and my belly starts to rumble.

Gabe stands up
, “Right... Let’s get some food in you woman, you are going to need energy for what I have planned.”

“
Do I get any say in your plan?”

“
Absolutely not... Get out.”

He stands in front of the bath with a towel in his
hand; I stand slowly, not wanting my head to spin like earlier and step into his arms, my most favourite place in the world to be at the moment, pathetic I know, but hey, you only get to be middle aged and in love once right?

He kisses the top of my head and rubs me dry like I'm a child.

“Get something warm on while I go and make us something to eat.”

Gabe pulls on some jocks while I dig
out some yoga pants and a hoodie. It's not at all warm today and is pouring with rain.

I head out to the kitchen to the sound of Alicia Keys
– ‘Girl On Fire’ playing over the sound system.

Gabe is at the bench top, cooking. Toast!!!

“We're having toast?”

“
Yeah, sorry, I haven't been shopping. Eat this and then we'll have takeout later when they're open. I have wine though.”

“
Bonzer,” I reply sarcastically.

“
I'm sorry Lauren, we were away last weekend, then, well then everything went to shit and I just haven't been shopping.”

I
instantly regret my tone and feel like a complete bitch. My moods swings today are definitely getting a work out.

“
Toast and wine perfect. As long as I’m with you baby, just don't put any of that Vegemite shit on it or on yours, else you'll be getting no pashing from me.”

“
Lauren, I love you an all that, but do not ever tell me not to eat Vegemite, I’m an Aussie, it would be illegal for me not to put it on my toast, one day, if you’re lucky, I might tie you up and eat it off of you.”

Tie me up and eat off of me. I quite like the sound of that
, but then again, this is Vegemite we’re talking about.

“
I’ll just take the tying up thanks, I’ll pass on the Vegemite.”

He raises his eyebrows at me a
nd gives me his full on knicker-shredding, heart melting, blue eyed, lopsided Aussie boy smile. Fuck, He can eat what he likes off me, I don’t really care as long as he keeps looking at me like that.

We eat toast and I drink wine while Gabe drinks beer, then bourbon, all while we lay on the sofa and talk about nothing in particular.

We end up getting a pizza delivered as Gabe has drunk too much to drive anywhere and I basically, cannot be arsed to leave the sofa. This is a first for me, in all the years I was with Jay; we never stayed home just the two of us and had a really good drink, a glass of wine or a few beers with dinner was always our limit but Gabe drinks with me like we are mates having a drink together, like how I would drink with my girls. I'm not saying getting drunk is the right thing to do but it's just a nice thing to do together and after the week Gabe and I have had; it's just so nice to relax and enjoy each other’s company.