Gary and Libby; Take Two

*A/N. ok it really is patheticallt short, buttttt i promised you a chapter so here it is ok. @KL_GBarlow_TT* "Oh i dont think so Baby.." Gary grins wickedly, taking a step closer to me, causing his hot length to press against my stomach. My gaze becomes expectant as i stare into Garys features, waiting for my next instruction. However, there isnt one. Instead, Gary closes our proximity further, is large hands grabbing hold of my hips so i dont topple backwards onto the chaise longue at the foot of the bed. "Youre so beautiful.." He groans effortlessly as his lips find my neck. "Ah." I shut my eyes, outstretching my neck to allow Gary easier access to my inflamed skin. "Mmh." He groans once more as his tongue laps over the mark hes just imprinted upon me. "Youre mine ok?" Garys hands glide seductively from my hips to my bum, flexing his fingers and gripping me tightly. "This is all mine." When i dont answer his jaw close...

"Noooo!! Sillly!!!" Ethan presses the palm of a small hands to his face. "Noo 'addyy!!" "Which one then?!" Gary grins, pointing at yet another chocolate from the box of Milk Tray. "Wred one! Wred one!" Ethan cries, wriggling forward on the big arm chair as he sits opposite us in the bay of the Costa window. The frustration in his voice becomes evident after several failed attempts at trying to get a chocolate. "What?" Gary smirks, moving his fore finger to point at yet another wrong chocolate. "You want this one?" "Gary..." I chuckle softly, placing a hand on his knee as Ethans little face begins to redden. "'Addy!!" The toddler whimpers, a single tear trickles down his chubby cheek. "Addy no." "Hey!" Gary jump up from the chair opposite Ethan immediately in his all-too-protective manner. "Hey Ethe! Im sorry!" Swinging Ethan into the air, before pulling him close ...

"Mumma!" "Lib?" "Mummaaa!" "Libby?" I drop my head into my hands as i slide down the wall and sink to the floor on the landing, Gary calling me from one side, Ethan from the other. "Muummmaaa, 'addyyyyy!" Ethan's crying become more frantic and so I force myself to my feet, pushing open the large, white door. "Hey baby boy.." I whisper, walking over to the cot and lifting out the screaming toddler. "Hey Ethe it's okay," Cradling him in my arms like I did when he was a lot smaller, I rock him gently from side to side, pulling him closer to my body and kissing his hot forehead. "Hey, Mummy's here." Gradually, the frantic sobs subside, and Ethan retreats to placing his thumb in his mouth as he nuzzles his far against my shoulder blade. "Lib?.." Gary. Shit Gary. I groan inwardly. What the fuck is going on? Glancing at the digital clock next to Ethan's cot, I note the tim...

It's dark. Too dark and too early. The house is still silent, it must only be about two. Still half asleep, i reach for my phone lying on the bedsie table. 1:49am.  I groan inwardly, Ethan will be up in a minute for a feed or wanting somebody to replace the dummy thats fallen out of his mouth while hes been asleep. Silently, I roll back over under the covers. Gary has his back to me, snoring softly into the pillow and occasionally muttering something I can't understand. Slowly, I loop my arm under his, planting the palm of my hand flat against his abdomen, feeling it rise and fall to the pace of his steady breathes, as I rest my cheek against his shoulder and close my eyes one again. .. Something is hitting me. Get off. Attacking my legs. Subconsciously I try an kicks the unwanted disturbance away. Leave me be. " Libby! " I'm jolted awake by a blood curdling cry. My heart hammering I'm my chest as I sit bolt up right, sweat pouring down my back, runnin...

"'Addy nooooo!" I smile from the threshold of the nursery at the familiar tone of Ethan's bedtime protest. "Noooo!" Ethan sobs again, kicking his chubby legs in protest as Gary lowers him into the cot. "Come on Ethe." Gary half chuckled as the toddler remains standing, wrapping his small hands around the bars of the cot and shaking in an attempt to free himself. "Daddy!!!" Ethan wails once more as Gary turns on the mobile hanging over the cot, before running his hand over our sons red forehead. "Eh." He breathes, kneeling down to encourage Ethan to do the same. "Less of that mate. Look, look, Elizebeth wants a hug!" Reaching two long fingers through the bars of the cot, and causing me to feel the uncontrollable tug in my abdomen, Gary grasps the pale blue rabbit and places it on Ethans lap, however, the sound of over-tired and frantic sobbing continues. Giggling softly, i turn away and pad back into our bedroom. ...

*A/n. okay, this chapter is pretty long, but i feel like its really really shit....idk, so yeh, sorry :')* Something is tugging on my arm. No. Leave me be. I want to sleep. "Wakey Wakey..." Garys voice rolls around in my head as the darkness of my closed eyes lightens when the curtains are drawn back. "...Rise and shine..Come one Lib, its after twelve." "Mm-h." I grunt in response, making a pathetic attempt to bat away the hand on my hip. "Come on Libby, look, eh. Here, look, heres a glass of orange juice and your painkillers, wake up for me baby." I try. I ty and open my eyes but i cant, i really cant. My head hurts, my stomach hurts, my ribs hurt. "Gary no..." "Libby yes..." Gary mimics my tone and gently prises the duvet away from me. "Come on baby girl" Reluctantly, i force one eye open and gaze up at Gary.  "Leave me be." "No." He grins, adjusting the pillows behind me and lifting ...

Shaking my head slowly, i stare transparently down into the glass of golden whiskey. Im drunk. I know im drunk. I havent been this drunk for a long time. But the prescription for my pain killers doesnt start until tomorrow and everything hurts, my stomach, my ribs, my heart. My heart.  God. What am i doing? In my drunken state, i fumble in my pocket and retrieve my mobile. 2:56am Great, just great! Vaguely, i remember Marjorie coming in after Gary ha gone upstairs and trying to get me to sleep... "Libby?.. Darling please get some rest, for your own sake." "But Garys in the bedroom Marjorie!" I sob over a glass of crisp white wine. "And he doesnt want to see me! He doesnt want to see me ever again!" "Libby, sweetheart, Gary is in the kitchen with Ethan.  Hes just upset, hell get over it in no time, but you need your rest." "Just leave me Marjorie." I snap suddenly, taking myself by surprise. "Go back to your son....

I sit quietly on the edge of the hospital bed, next to my ready packed bag as i wait for Gary to come and fetch me. I want to go home, so badly, but Gary wants us to stay with his mum for a little while, so she can help out with Ethan and i can rest. Wincing painfully as i cough, i clutch my black and blue ribs as pain radiates deep into the pit of my stomach. Shit. Ive never been so bad. "If i didnt know any better, id say you wanted to go home." I look up quickly as i hear Garys voice push through the heavy, plastic wood door. "Hey Sherlock." I breathe a smile, because i cant laugh. "How you feeling?" Gary plants a brisk kiss against my lips, before reaching over and picking up my hospital bag. "Much of the same." I shrugh. "Everything aches, everything hurts, i want to go home, i want to sleep in my own bed, and eat some normal food an-" "Hey, hey, hey yea." Gary chuckles slowly, pressing his lips against my temple. ...

I twist my fingers together as I sit silently in the hospital bed. Gary's gone to fetch Ethan, so I've been left here on my own. I groan inwardly and my ribs sing in pain in response. Ouch. Gary's been gone nearly an hour and I'm bored stiff. I want to go home. I hate it here. No-one will let me do anything, they won't even let me shower. I've been sat here, thrust up on a machine for this and a machine for that and fed the most awful food in this disgustingly uncomfortable bed and all I want to do is go home. Or at least speak to someone. Ethan. I want to see Ethan. I haven't felt his tiny arms around my neck in too long. A sudden sickening feeling clenches my stomach suddenly. If that car had come ten seconds later I would have had Ethan in my arms too...Quickly, I shake my head, dismissing the thought from my mind and turning my attention back to pushing away my cuticles. Oh where are you Gary? "Mumma!!" I look up quickly as I hear the movem...

When i open my eyes again theyre sore, really sore. "Hey.." I turn my gaze to Gary who is rythically coming trough my hair from root to tip. "Hey." My voice is weak. "How you feeling?" I shake my head in response, pushing it further back into the pillow. "Like nothing." "Hey." Gary breathes, pressing his lips against my temple. "Hey, come on." "I dont want to." I feel the tears building in the backs of my eyes once more. "I dont even want to move every again Gary.." "Come on Lib." Gary half groans as he loops an arm around my neck and pulls me into an upright position, adjusting the pillows behind me as a tall grey haired doctor enters the room. "Mrs Barlow." He smiles, "Mr Barlow." He nods towards Gary who smiles back politley. "How are you feeling?" "Physically?" I sneer, "Fine." "Lib come on..." Gary mutters, and i think h...

Garys POV. "God damn you Libby, You stupid girl!" I hiss, slamming the palm of my hand down on the white linen sheets. My head is spinning and i cant see through the tears. Everything was fine. Everything was fucking perfect. And now this. This. Fucking mess! "Libby, wake up! For fucks sake wake up!" I gaze down at the black and blue body lying in front of me as i stand at the foot of the bed. Ill kill that fucking driver. If they ever let me see him that is, theyve kept him well away from me so far. What the fuck was he doing driving like that?! Ill fucking kill him. Ten times over. "Libby please." I beg again, moving around to the side of the bed and taking her hand, the only part of her that seems still in tact. " Please. " I drop my face into my hand and screw my eyes shut as tightly as i can, in hope that maybe when i open them i wont be here. Ill be lying in bed, with Libby and Ethan because this is just some fucked up awful nightmare...

*3 weeks later* "Morning beautiful." Gary smiles from behind the breakfast bar as I pad into the kitchen on Sunday morning. "What time is it?" I glance around for the microwave clock as I kneel down next to Ethan who is happily playing with a toy hammer in front of the ager. "Mumma." He grins as he disgards the hammer and places his small hands against my lap, propping himself up. "Hello baby boy." I coo, swinging the toddler into the air and then down onto my lap, before pulling him against my chest and blowing a kiss against his cheek. Ethan giggles happily and squirms under my hold. "Here." Gary steps into us as he places a steaming cup of tea on the counter. "Thank you." I smile thoughtfully as Ethan scuttles away over to his toy chest. "I thought we could go up to my mums or something, for a couple of days?.." Gary suggests quietly, holding out a hand to help me to my feet. "Sure." I shrug, ...