Trying Not To Love You

Part Ninety Five

Chapter Ninety Five

Two days later, two days of unadulterated pleasure, from walks on the beach, to lying in bed together until after midday, to meals in beach front bars, feeding each other seafood and perfect steak, they had to reluctantly leave for home. Martha could feel the tension in Sonny at the thought of heading back to the village, but she was looking forward to seeing Ethan more than anything.

                “No one’s been living in the pub,” she offered as she lowered herself into the seat beside him on the plane.

                “What does that mean?”

She shrugged, “that we’ve got to decide how we do things at home. Do we live in the flat? The pub? What about Lucy?”

Sonny groaned, placing a hand over his eyes, “this life shit is harder than I thought.”

Giggling she took the hand, interlinking their fingers, “it is. I’m thinking about Ethan, I don’t want to disrupt him, then there’s Lucy...I don’t want to abandon her.”

He nodded, “it makes more sense to move into the pub, I’ll see more of you that way...but it’s not ready to be lived in, we have to take time sorting that out. We can maybe move in in a few weeks time, once we...” he laughed, “once YOU have got it liveable.”

                “Me?”

He laughed, “you expect me to decorate a home? Remember the room...in the coach house? I’d lived there for months when I met you.”

                “And you had a grubby duvet and an alarm clock.”

                “Don't forget a glass!”

She giggled, “ok. I’ll decorate.”

Nodding, he added, “as for Lucy, doesn’t in depend what happens with this Henry chap?”

Martha had told him all about Lucy’s lost love at some point over the last couple of days and Martha felt genuinely sorry that after telling the man about Lucy she’d abandoned that cause leaving him in the lurch for a while.

Slumping back in her seat she closed her eyes, at that memory, “it’ll work itself out, it has to.”

Squeezing her hand, he relaxed back too, “I love you.”

They hired a car to get home, it was easier than a train or a taxi, and with their luggage it was their only real option. And it was Sonny that drove into town. He pulled up outside the flat, the restaurant was obviously closed, and the street was quiet, which was a relief. Lugging their bags upstairs and straight into her bedroom, Martha gasped as Sonny immediately wrestled her onto the bed. 

Laughing she smiled at him, “you can put it off as long as you want, but we have got to go to the pub. You hear? It’s probably in a right mess now, and will probably take us two weeks to get things back up in order.”

He groaned burying his face into her neck, “want to stay here.”

She wriggled from under him, “you Sir, have an obligation, a business and a responsibility. Now come on.”

Offering a hand, she pulled him to his feet.

Sonny paused at the door to the pub, “we don’t mention anything about Jade, or Spain...it’s just today onwards, ok.”

She squeezed their linked hands wishing silently that he’d fully let go of the past, “and us?”