The story of us

Eleven

'If I may just take your breathe away, I don't mind if there's not much to say sometimes the silence guides our minds to move to a place so far away'

-sweater weather/- The neighbourhood

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Luke had been out of the hospital for a few weeks and he was doing really well, he was still on a few boxes of tablets just to make sure that the tumour had fully gone and there was no chances of it coming back. Ashton had even persuaded me to go back to the doctors to get help, and they gave me some different tablets to the old ones I used to get but they seemed to be working so well. Everything was looking up!

One night I just popped to the shop but Luke stayed home because he needed to take a shower. He'd been acting strange all day, but a good strange like he had something to tell me; but I didn't want to think about it too much in case it was nothing. When I got home he wasn't downstairs. 'Luke? Where are you?' I walked into the sitting room and on the glass coffee table which was situated in the middle of the rug was a little note sitting there with my name on it. I picked up the note, and it read 'To my dearest Ees, I know that since I've been ill we haven't been able to break the new bed in, So meet me upstairs once you have read this. Ill be waiting, love daddy Luke x' God I hate it when he calls himself daddy. I quickly ripped off my hoodie and converse and followed the trail of pink rose petals up to our room. The door was closed which meant he was already in there. I slowly opened the door and revealed a naked luke lying on our bed. I ran up to him and violently swung my legs on top of him. We had had a discussion a couple of weeks ago about using protection because neither of us could cope with a kid right now.

It had only been five minutes and already the bed was broken. I knew where this was going. The sofa or the floor. Neither of which were very practical as we had neighbours under us and Ashton and Louise sleep on the sofa when they stay. Oh well. Everyone would be lying if they said they hadn't done it on a sofa at one point.