In Our Own Time | [ON HOLD] Bee Gees 🎶

Chapter 9: Ain't Some Boring Nights in Manchester

Maurice

It's past midnight, as I looked at my watch, and we are still at the rooftop of our parents' home, looking at the night sky. Well, just me, since Margaret fell fast asleep. Even if she had coffee.

We thought of giving our Mum and Dad—well, mainly Barry's idea, and Robin and I agreed—this two-storey house when we started earning big, so we could have our weekend gatherings with them more freely even if we have purchased our own houses. This is the least that we could do though. They're the best parents we could ask for, and they deserve everything. Family is everything for us.

I was supposed to ask her a question when she rested her head on my right shoulder, but all I heard was her cute quiet snores. Carefully, I took her cup with a little coffee liquid left and placed it at my left side. Gently, I put her on my lap and tucked the strands of her that's covering her face, and that's the time I was able to scan on her beautiful facial features closer. This is the closest that we have physically, apart from the kiss I gave her, which was so sudden of me. She curled herself like a child while she was sleeping. I found myself smiling so wide. 

I had to bite my fingers several times for proof—and try not to scream—that she's here. This is all real. Up to this day, whenever I see her, I felt at peace. But at the same time, I'm also in a limbo. How would I tell her? 

My musings were cut off when I heard behind the voice of none other than the mighty Barbara in her jammies. Guess she was about to check if the all of the lights in the house were off.

"What on earth are you two doing?! It's late, Maurice!" She said at the decibel of her voice that's not too loud. I was just sitting and leaning myself on the wall, legs stretched out while Margaret was still asleep on my lap.

I turned at her and whispered quite loudly, or else Margaret will wake up. "Mum, it's not what you think—"

"Then why is she on your lap?! Geez Maurice..." She covered her face in horror. Sometimes she forgets that we're already grown ups, and sometimes having the weird thoughts.

"MUM! Please calm down! We're not doing anything! You can take a look at her." I don't know what on earth is mum thinking about. I will be dead embarrassed if Margaret would hear our nonsensical Q&A right now.

Mum approached on our way, and her face now was like oh-I-am-so-relieved. "Oh goodness... I thought..." She stopped.

"What were you really thinking, Mum?" I snorted. "I won't." I left it at that. My dear, precious mum...

She shook her head and smiled. "Then why won't you put her to bed now, dear?"

"I—uh—of course, Mum," I smiled. Well, at least I get to gaze at her peaceful face for a while. "Can you help me out with her coffee cup?" I continued, as I carefully lifted her in my arms and carry her like a princess.

"Sure, dear."

-*-*-*-

I could feel the sun rays hit my face. But also, I could tell that someone is staring at me. I slowly opened my eyes to see who it was.

"Good morning, Mo!" It was her. Her messed up hair and that beautiful smile. It was a good morning, alright.

I was supposed to go back to my room after I tucked her to bed few hours ago. But I heard her mumble in her sleep, "Mo... where are you..." 

"Right here," I said in a low tone. I am sure she's asleep but she pulled my arm and I was already an inch away from her face. Okay, she may be dreaming... and so I stayed in her room. I fell asleep on the carpeted floor instead while holding her hand.