Taking Chances (WILL EDIT LATER)

Chapter Fifty.

Sitting in the tub once again, Nicola scrolled through her phone and looked at the various posts on Instagram dedicated to Taron and Rocketman. She felt insanely proud of him but the one thing she was getting really sick and tired of was all the ass kissing she was seeing. It was like people were putting him on a pedestal and acting as though this man was the end all and be all. Like he could do no wrong. Like he was the most flawless human and was the most magnificent thing on this planet.

Sure, he had an amazing side to him where he could be really lovable and sweet, but he also had a side to him that nobody seemed to care was out there. Nicola of course had been at the end of the awful side of Taron, and she hoped that now they had talked everything through, she would never have to see that side of him again. She just wanted peace and love to be between them. She knew of course that there would be moments of rough patches and tiffs here and there but that was apart of having loved ones. No one is perfect at all.

Taking a deep breath Nicola shut her phone off and laid it to the side of the tub and laid her head back. She couldn't help but wonder how her girls were doing and how Tina and Guy were fairing with them whilst traveling back. She was about to pick up her phone again to text them when Taron knocked on the bathroom door.

"You're safe to come down when you want to." He said through the door.

Nicola smiled and shook her head. She had no idea what he was up to exactly but when their plans of going to the beach were foiled due to the rain that started pissing down, Taron told Nicola to enjoy a nice soak in the tub while he put his new plan to action.

"Ok." Nicola replied as she closed her eyes briefly.

Maybe this whole dating Taron thing would be better than she even thought possible.

"Take your time getting out. There is no rush at all." He called as he walked away.

Nicola really appreciated how sweet he was being, but it really blew her mind to think that just a couple hours ago they had participated in the hottest, roughest and dirtiest sex they'd ever had together. Sure they had had sex the night prior but that was nothing compared to the domineering animalistic sex that had taken place after their talk.

Nicola moved slowly but found it difficult to move once again.

"Taron?!" Nicola called after attempting to get out of the tub to no avail.

"Yeah?" He replied from the bottom of the stairs.

"I need help." Nicola said, letting a soft chuckle escape her reddened and slightly bruised lips.

Taron didn't reply, instead he bounded up the stairs with a sense of pride and cockiness. He felt chuffed that Nicola needed his help moving around all because of him.

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While Nicola was in the tub, Taron had been busy transforming the living room into a giant blanket fort. He remembered a time where Nicola had told him that one of the things she always wanted was to have someone make her a blanket fort in the living room so they could be together, watch movies and eat as much junk food as they could handle. She had even voiced a fantasy of being proposed to in a blanket fort but tonight wasn't the right time for that. The proposal would come one day in the distant future. They had only just reconnected for crying out loud.

Once Taron had helped Nicola out of the tub, dried her off and helped her dress, he carried her downstairs but not before he told the woman to close her eyes and not open them until he said it was ok to do so.

Nicola felt too blissed out to argue so she did as she was told and when Taron got downstairs, he gently placed her on the bed he had specially set up for their fort.