Gary and Libby; Take Two

"Top up?" I open one eye as i hear Garys voice sounding from somewhere above my head and squint into the blinding light of the African sun. My vision adjusts, enabling me to gaze upon my husband who is standing over me as i lie on the plush sun-lounger, half under the vast spanning parasol and half directly under the suns burning glare. In his hands, Gary holds a glass that had held my cocktail, blended from exotic fruits and lemonade being as i had reluctantly declined a tipple of rum. I stretch languidly, enjoying having absolute no where to be, as well as the heat of the sun easing my sex-sore muscles,  "Ill just have water thanks."  "You sure?" Garys eyebrow dips before raising again and accompanying his question. I nod, a sleepy yet no doubt ridiculously goofy smile plastered across my face. Lifting my left arm, i hook my fingers into Garys balled fist in a limp sort of fashion, but he acknowledges the invitation none the less and perches on the

Its bright. As hot and as bright as one would expect the late April heat would be on the island on Fregate; tucked away in the most remote corner of the Indian Ocean. Madam Zabre villa is open plan, contemporary, yet sophisticated in fitting with the Caribbean interior design. Soft beach wood, cream marble and white canopy drapes adorn the secluded beach house at every opportunity and when i open my eyes in the morning, im staring straight out at the azure blue of the Indian ocean and the soft white sand of our private beach. There's a soft shifting of crisp white bed linen to my right and i turn my knot-free neck towards the source of the distraction. "Morning." My husband, despite having only actually being on the island shy of forty-eight hours, is a delightful medium of suitably sun-kissed and sleep mused as he rolls onto his right side, tucking a forearm under an  uber plush pillow and grinning insanely in my direction.  I smile, yawning a good morning, s tretchin

"You know.." Gary muses, running a long index finger around the rim of his Bacardi and Coke as we sit in British Airways first class lounge at Heathrow waiting for our flight call. "This holiday was suppose to be for our anniversary next month." I learn forwards, replacing my glass of orange juice back on the small table between us. "Yeah?" I smile, heartened by the notion that Gary would whisk me away somewhere romantic for our anniversary, but grateful he decided to bring it forwards none the less. Gary nods, taking down a glug of the spirit and sugar, and i watch his Adams apple rise and fall as his throat works on the swallow. "You have no idea how many phone calls i had to make to move it forwards four weeks." "Oh, its that exclusive is it?" I raise an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest for the mere body warmth, despite it almost being mid-April, the weather outside was as dreary as mid-winter. Gary grins again, stretchin

"Bye Bye Gra'ma!" Ethan waves a the tiny, frantic hand that isnt encased by mine in a vice grip as the three of us stand at the bottom of our drive, bidding a farewell to the final member of our family to leave this morning. "Goodbye my wonderful boy!" Marjorie grins, looking at Ethan, but waving at me as she ducks towards her taxi. Gary follows, effortlessly swinging his mothers over-night bag in his right hand. "Mum, I would have driven you to the station, you know.." He mumbles succeeding Marjorie to the back of the taxi and opening the car door for her. I nod as Gary plants the beige holdor next to his mother, before moving around to the drivers window to take care of the fare. "We can still run you there if youd prefer Marjorie, its no trouble?" "Nonsense!" Marjorie waves another dismissive hand, leaving it to rest on the car door handle to stop it swinging shut as a gust of wind sweeps down the pavement. "You look

A/N; Haven't actually proof read this one so massive apology for any colossal grammatical typos.. "Youre upset..." Gary starts, running a hand through his hair as he looks down at me. "No fucking shit!" I choke, a hot tear breaking free, bypassing my cheek and dropping onto my bottom lip. Gary moves, as though he were going to brush it away, but i jerk backwards as best i can in the little space between him, me and the kitchen island. And then we stare at each other for a while, apple green eyes staring into cerulean blue, neither of us saying anything until i draw in a shuddery breath. "Go away." "No." "You have guests." "No," Garys tone drops, raising slightly for the first time during this conversation. " We have guests. So we have one of two choices; we can both smile and pretend that this conversation didnt happen for now and rejoin our dinner party, or seeing as you were so keen to bring up this tonight