in the morning light [g.r]

eight - silverstone

With the morning sunlight warm through the small window of the camper van they were spending the next two weeks in, Abi danced around in her nickers making breakfast for herself and George who was still asleep. She had The Strokes on full blast, singing along and knowing that not only would she wake up her lover, but the entire bank of motorhomes that surrounded them. She didn't care, not really. It was the first day in a week that she had felt like herself and she needed to celebrate it, even if that meant putting on her best American accent as she sang and slipping about the tiles that were still cold from the night's brisk temperature. She would happily crawl back into bed with George and get a few more hours, but her morning sickness was just as bad as it had been every day so far that week. She was getting used to it though, knowing that ten minutes and she would be okay again. Abi didn't know why the little one was so disgruntled inside her that they insisted she threw up her dinner from the previous night but she sure wasn't going to hold it against her little bundle of cells. She didn't really want to call it a baby just yet - it still felt too early for that. But every time she felt the strange pregnancy symptoms; the aches in her boobs which seemed to be growing a cup size every day, the lower back pain that made her hiss with pain from time to time, the growing craving for Biscoff spread on everything she knew came back to the little human growing inside of her. 

She plated up the eggs Benedict and added milk to the mugs whilst singing along to Bad Decisions, squeaking in surprise when arms wrapped around her small waist. 

"Morning you," George mumbled into her hair, holding her against his chest for a sleepy morning cuddle. "Smelling good in here." He added, pulling away a little and giving her perky bum a playful slap. 

"Your favourite." She smiled proudly, gesturing to the eggs that were caked in soft yellow hollandaise. George smiled at the sight and pulled her in for a long, slow, loving kiss. Abi was yet to get used to having George there to kiss whenever she so desired, but she sure didn't mind it. 

"You're an angel." He smiled and helped take the plates and cups of coffee over to the little dining table next to the small kitchen. They sat down opposite each other, already moaning about the humid heat of the morning, and tucked in to their breakfasts. George went through his schedule, grumbling about how he had his first interview at 10 when all he really wanted to do was crawl back into bed with his love and not leave until it was time for the race. 

"You'll get sick and tired of me eventually," Abi joked as she sipped her coffee, making George rolls his eyes and shake his head, scratching at his stubble and then reaching to take her free hand.

"I will never and could never get tired of you my love." He assured, making Abi smile and blush a little. She knew it was true, but hearing it made her stomach swirl and heart beat double time. "Especially when you make breakfast as good as this." He added with a grin, forking at the last of his breakfast and finishing it with a satisfied smile.

"Ah I see," Abi grinned, putting her coffee down. "Just keeping me about for my expert cooking skills, eh?" They both laughed and George shrugged, finishing his coffee.

"Well, I can neither confirm nor deny that..." He teased and Abi gave him a playful smack to the arm, their eyes meeting as he tensed his bicep and Abi's fist gently collided with his defined muscle. "Can't keep doing that and expecting me not to tense." George added with a smile as he watched Abi finish her breakfast. "You're just so predictable."

"I am not!"

"You are." George laughed, shaking his head at the pout that was now on Abi's face. "Go on then, do something totally unpredictable." He grinned and Abi looked at him skeptically. She rose, approached him and then gently straddled him, though kept her hips far from George's crotch, hands on the back of the chair and a small smile on her face. She leant forwards, making George go to meet her lips, but quickly pulled away. George, to both of their surprise, let out a frustrated groan. It only encouraged Abi more, reaching forward and gently pressing her lips to his ear.