The Story Of Us - Jones Lesley - Страница 82
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“Maca for breakfast has gotta be better than a Macbreakfast any morning.” I smiled at Ash, my dirty minded sister in law, some people might be offended at someone else perving over their Husband but I knew how much she loved my brother, despite her comments about Sean. “Yep,” I said to her. “A MacGasm is definitely the way to start the day; in fact, I can’t get out of bed until I’ve had multiple MacGasms.” Ash spat champagne everywhere as we both shrieked with laughter, causing the best of British society to turn and look at us.
Sean was talking to a footballer I recognised and I watched as the footballer’s Wife/girlfriend/date twirled her hair around her finger as she looked my Husband over like she wanted to lick him from top to toe and stop for a while somewhere around his middle. As if he suddenly sensed my eyes on him, he looked up and met my gaze, his head tilted back as he looked me up and down and I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He licked his top lip as he replied to something the footballer’s companion, whore, slut, whatever, said, but didn’t take his eyes off me. He held out his hand and gestured slightly with his head for me to join him and kept his eyes on mine as I walked toward him. I took his hand as I reached him and he pulled me in, kissing me full on the mouth.
“You look stunning Wife,” he said into my ear.
“You look totally fuckable. What are you trying to do to my blood pressure Husband?”
The footballer laughed, his thing didn’t.
“Tony, this is my Wife Georgia.” I put my hand out and shook his.
“Sorry darling, what was your name?” Sean continued and I couldn’t have loved him more.
“Melinda but everyone calls me Mel,” she squeaked. I smiled sweetly but didn’t offer my hand.
“Melinda, my Wife Georgia McCarthy.” I nod and smile some more and almost combust as Sean rubs his hand over my bum through my dress, I turn my head to his and smile.
“What time you on?” I ask him.
“In about an hour, how you feeling?”
“I feel fine.” He nods at me as he rubs his hand over my belly and leaves it to rest there.
“Congratulations on the baby, do you know what you’re having?” Footballer Tony asks. We do but it’s not public knowledge and we both say no together and laugh.
We politely say our goodbyes and make our way over to the rest of the band. I give my brother, Tom and Billy a cuddle and every one wishes me a happy birthday and comments on my bump. Sean spends the next half hour with his hand protectively over my belly as people come over and talk and congratulate us and I can’t believe how much our son responds to his Daddy’s voice and every time I feel a little kick, Sean looks at me with the most heart breaking smile on his face but he doesn’t say a word, it’s just between us, communication between us and our son.
We had first felt him move when Sean had got back from America, I thought that I’d felt a few flutterings during the week Sean was away but as soon as he started talking in the car on the way back from the airport where I had gone to pick him up with Milo, I’d felt a definite kick and had grabbed Sean’s hand and placed it on my belly.
“Say something let him know you’re home, he’s missed you.”
Sean’s eyes had filled with tears as he said, “Hello little man, hope you’ve been a good boy for your Mum while I’ve been gone?”
The rapid movements actually made me feel quite sick but I said nothing, loving the sensation and the look of absolute pure joy and love on Sean’s face. Since then we’d spent endless hours lying on the floor or the bed at home, Sean, singing or talking to my belly as our little boy kicked and squirmed inside me. We knew he had to stay there until he was cooked and ready to be born but we were beside ourselves with excitement and couldn’t wait till we could finally meet him.
Len appeared as if by magic, my handsome, organised, big brother and manger of Carnage.
“Ten minutes,” he lets the boys know, he kisses Jim, then Ash and then turns to me. “Look at my baby sister, happy birthday, you look stunning George, pregnancy definitely suits you, can’t believe how much that belly’s grown in a couple of weeks.” He kisses my cheek.
“Don’t she look fucking gorgeous, Len.” I blush furiously as I feel like the eyes of the whole place are on me. Sean kisses my cheek. “Sorry baby, didn’t mean to embarrass ya, I’m just so proud of my beautiful Wife and the fact that the little person inside your belly was put there by me.”
I don’t respond at first, I can’t, I know that I will cry if I speak, I swallow down my sobs as I whisper to him, “I love you so much Sean, so much.”
He smiles down at me. “I know you do, but I still love you more.”
“Never.” I smile and shake my head.
“Right people, time please.” Len claps his hands.
Sean kisses me. “Stand where Milo tells ya, I want to be able to see ya, don’t leave his side.”
I smile and shake my head. “Go, I’ll be fine.”
There’s about two thousand people at the event and many of them are now crowded around the stage waiting to watch Carnage perform. Len has gone with the boys and Jimmie and Ash grab each of my hands and lead us out of the marquee to where Milo is waiting for us with two more security staff from the event, they lead us through the crowd to the front of the stage, where there is a small sectioned off area, there are a couple of people already there but I don’t know them.
“Right there George.” Milo points to a spot that’s been sprayed on the grass in bright yellow.
“What?” I’m confused.
“You need to stand right there divvy,” Ash says and moves me towards the spot by my shoulders.
“‘Scuse us love,” she says to the lady in pearls standing next to the yellow marking. “But this spots taken.”
The three of us burst into laughter, even Milo laughs at Ashley’s joke, he then proceeds to make everyone other than us three girls move out of the sectioned off area.
“Why do I have to stand here, I don’t understand?” I ask anyone that wants to listen.
“Sean’s orders, he’s worked out where he can see you best from the stage so he insisted the organisers let him have this area marked and sectioned off with extra security so that he knows your safe.”
“You’re fucking kidding me?” I ask in disbelief. Milo shakes his big head.
“Nope, boys got it bad George, he was worried that you would get pushed about and he wanted you to be able to watch from out here and not the wings, your safety is his priority at all times right now, you have precious cargo on board remember?” My hands instantly find their way to my belly; my son has stopped doing acrobatics for now and is resting quietly. I turn back toward the stage as I hear a guitar twang a few times, the boys are having their guitars adjusted by the roadies and sound crew in the wings, then suddenly they’re on stage and the crowd goes wild, well as wild as posh people get over a band.
Sean looks right at me and winks and despite the years, my knickers still melt at the sight of him on stage. “Good afternoon Surrey, thank you for joining us on this beautiful day and donating to a very worthy cause, now let’s get you all loosened up.”
The band crashes out ‘Wrong’ and ‘Come for me’ two of their earlier hits, they then play stuff from their latest album, then take a few minutes to grab a drink, as they come back to the stage, I notice Sean has swapped to his acoustic guitar and a stool has been set up for him to sit on. He sort of sits and sort of stands against it, one foot resting behind him, he doesn’t say a word as he looks out over the crowd and they begin to quiet.
“I nearly turned this gig down today people.” There are boo’s from the crowd and people calling various things out. “Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to donate, contribute in some way to this very worthy cause.” The charity was to help young drug addicts start a new life once they had been through rehabilitation and gotten themselves clean and one that the band had played benefits for on a number of occasions. “The problem was you see, the date, today is a very special day for me, today is the day that the woman I love, the woman that owns me, mind, body, heart and soul was born. Today is my Wife’s birthday.”
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