Gary and Libby; Take Two

"No mumma!" Ethan attempts to swat away my arms as i pull a navy blue t-shirt over his head. "Bob one! Bob one! Please!" "Ethan!" I giggle, reaching for a pair of socks. "You cant live in your pyjamas mate!" "Can! Can! Can! Can! Can!" The toddler chants back, kicking his legs frantically in a vain attempt to avoid me catching his feet. I raise an eyebrow. "Ethan. Behave." "Bob one!" He sheiks again, making a move to shimmy off the bed. I grasp him under the arms just in time. This could be a long morning. I glance at the time. 8:47am. Shit im late. First day back at work in eight months and im late already. Great start Libby. I turn my attention back to the toddler as my patience begins to wear thin. "Ethan! Sit still and let me get you dressed." " No !" Ethans limbs fling about aimlessly as his protest takes a swift turn into a temper tantrum. Mentally, i roll my eyes. Taking a deep breat...

*last chapter for two weeks bc holidaying, so dont miss it two much ok:-)) they'll be loads of typos cause I rushed it but heyy*  I lie under a blanket on the settee, my body cocooned against Garys as he wraps his arms around me, his chin resting gently on the top of my head as his eyes remain transfixed to the TV screen. I giggle quietly, and immediately capture his attention. "What?" He smirks shlys, pulling away a little. "Nothing." I whisper with a smile, shaking my head and replacing my head against the warmth of his chest. "No." Garys hands move to my shoulders, pushing me away so i have no choice but to look at him. "Tell me." I shake my head again and shrug slightly. "Just you." "Me?" He giggles again and it pulls at my heart strings. "Yes.." My fingers reach forward to play with the buttons at the top of his polo shirt. "You're cute.." Gary exhales a delicate laugh and gazes down a...

"Youre making a mess! Stop!" I shriek as Gary persists to fling the extra flour off the work surface and up into the air. "Dont care!" He grins like a school boy. "Well i do!" I lunge across the kitchen towards him, grasping his wide wrists in my hands and trying desperately, but failing easily, to still them against his strength. "Im the one thats got to clean it up!" "Dont care!" Gary beams again, grinning down at me and ruffling yet another fistful of flour into my hair. "Gary! Stop it!" I squeal again, ducking away from him and reaching over for the bowl of chocolate icing. Whipping out the tablespoon, i smear a large dollop across Garys left cheek. His eyebrows shoots up in response, making me giggle as his tongue bobs out the corner of his mouth, attempting to lick away as much icing as he can reach. My legs weaken slightly at the sight. "Its still there!" I laugh, but Garys hand moves like the flash of l...

"Libbyyyy!" Garys voice wines down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Gary grow up!" I half laugh as i begin fumbling around in the cupboards for a mixing bowl. "Libby!" "Gary i said no!"  Theres silence for a little longer, and i think hes given up. "Mumma?" I spin quickly on my heel when i hear Ethans voice behind me. Hes stood in the threshold, half hiding behind the door frame as he gazes inquisitively at me. "Mumma, what are you doing?" "Hello gorgeous!" I beam down, discarding the mixing bowl on the counter top and padding towards the toddler. "I was going to make a cake." I explain, swinging Ethan up onto my hip as i carry im back over to the island and perching him on the top, resting my arms either side of him. "A cake?!" Ethans eyes widen immediately. "Cake?!" "Yes!" Chuckling back in response i gesture towards the ingredients sprawled over the counte...

three months later. "Mm-h. Go away." I swat the disturbance and nestle further back into the comfort and warmth of the bed. But the disturbance doesnt shift, instead it ignores my half conscious plea and continues. "Go away." I breathe again as my eyes are forced to peel themselves open. The room is coated in the bleak winter colour. It must only be around 4AM at the latest. "Mm-h..Libby.." Gary whispers, his lips ticking my collar bone once more. The disturbance. I smile sleepily as my eyes come into focus. Garys lying over my body, his forearms either side of me, propping himself up and his legs tangled in between mine as he proceeds to scatter barley there kissing along my collar bone. "Hey.." "Good dream?.." Gary beams up at me and my brows pull together in response. "What?." "Were you enjoying that dream?" He repeats, dropping his lips to my shoulder before pulling away and giving me that look that tells ...

"Mm-h." Gary murmurs back in response, sliding his hands down to my bum as his tongue continues to explore each corner of my mouth in turn. "Come here.." And with that, his long fingered hands grip the tops of my thighs steadily, as he spins me around, so my back is against the cool, garage wall. "Gary..." I whisper against his cheek, as he moves his assault to my neck, kissing and biting. Im painfully aware of Ethan being left unattended in the bedroom. "Stop." But Gary simply shakes his head, moving his mouth as he nips on my ear lobe. I groan softly in response. Something between a laugh and a moan escapes his slightly parted lips as he runs his hands up the length of my thighs, effectively hitching my nighty up around my waist, before his hands slide over my bum, squeezing softly. I moan again. "Gary, we should stop." "Why?" His breath is hot and wet against my, already damp, skin, as he begins to scatter kisses acros...

My head spins as my body quakes, using every last ounce if energy i have to cry away the pain. The pain. I sob harder. How did we get to here?! We were so happy. So so happy. I wanted to spent the rest of my life with him. I still do want to spend the rest of my life with him. And now...now i have to live with this. This . Hell. Slowly, i risk a glace over at Ethan, who is sat playing obliviously with that bloody blue rabbit, and my jaw clenches automatically as i wail harder into my hands than i ever have before. I cant do this. I know i cant do this. Its been five minutes and i cant live without him. Its as simple as that. I cannot live without him. "Mumma?" I gaze down quickly as i feel a small tug at my sleeve. "Mumma, i kiss it better." Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to stop the building sob, i watch with blurred vision as the toddler plants one, two, three, four wet kisses against the back of my hand. "Der you go Mumma!" Ethans voice brims w...