My Neighbor || Brooklyn Beckham

Chapter 33

*Carter🇬🇧*
So, today I'm heading to Spain with my love. She seems really excited, seeing as she hasn't been there before. Our kids are staying at my parents' house.
"Ready to go?" I ask. "The cab is here." She jogs down the stairs in white jean shorts, a goldish color tank top, and silver sandals.
"Yeah," she says. "Let's go!" I grab her hand and we go out to the cab. I peck her cheek and take a pic with her, to which I post on Instagram with: "Spain vacation with my love💙🇪🇸."

*skip Spain trip//Laura🇧🇪*
I just stare at Brooklyn. He basically just explained to me what happened those years ago...does that mean he still cares? Yes, of course he does.
"Laura," he says, waving a hand in front of my face.
"I'm sorry," I say. "Can you repeat that?" He chuckles.
"I love you still," he says, grabbing my hands. His hand slides to my cheek, and we kiss...I mean, I don't even regret it. That is until I hear the back door open and then shut. I look at Brooklyn and run inside, seeing Carter walking up the stairs.
"Carter!" I exclaim. He faces me and sighs.
"Look, I knew you still had feelings for Brooklyn when I married you," he says. "I think it's best if you just go back with him...I mean he still loves you, and that's gotta be hard cause it's you." He chuckles and I smile a bit.
"You know I'll still love you," I say. He comes back down the stairs.
"I know. And I'll love you, too." he smiles. "I want you to take Kayla with you...so you can remember my features."
"Can I come visit?" I ask.
"Anytime," he says. "Just text me." I hug him really tight.
"Thank you so much, Carter," I say.
"Anything for you, my sweet." he smiles, kissing my forehead.
So after all that, I packed up Kayla and I's things and we moved to Brooklyn's London place.
"Lys and Kayla can share a room for now," Brooklyn says, as we shut the door to their room. "Can I do something to you?" He smirks.
"Of course." I laugh. He grabs my thighs and runs to his room.
"Better get a boy," he says.
"If not, we'll keep trying." I smirk. He instantly kisses me...bringing back a feeling I used to get with him. He attaches his lips to my neck, and I ruffle through his hair. He then removes my shirt, and kisses all over my stomach, making it tickle. He then pulls off my shorts, revealing my matching black lace underwear and bra. He kisses from my feet all the way up to my thighs.
"Your turn." he smirks, catching his breath while chuckling. "Then it's my turn again." I crawl into his lap and start by kisses his face all over, except for his mouth. I finally plant a very long kiss on his lips before going to his neck. He grunts, and I giggle. I pull off his shirt and kiss all over his abs. I then remove his shorts, and see his little 'friend' waiting for me. I squeeze his thighs and move push him back so he is laying down. I then crawl on top of him, but he sneakily flips over, his face inches above mine. He removes my bra, and kisses my chest everywhere. Then, he moves to my underwear.

*skip what happens 🙈*

I wake up the next morning, pain all over my body. I am wrapped tight in Brooklyn's arms. I shift slightly, making the pain worse. I groan, and grab my phone.
"Good morning, Mrs. Beckham," a still sleepy Brooklyn says.
"I'm in pain cause of you." I laugh. He looks offended.
"Me?" he asks. "You were in on it, too."
"Ugh!" I groan.
"I'll make this a special day for you then," he says.
"What do you mean?" I ask, as he gets out of bed.
"I'll have my mum handle the girls today and I'll buy you some stuff," he says, putting on a sweatshirt.
"You don't have to, Brooklyn," I say.
"But I want to." he smiles, kissing my forehead. "Just give me an hour." I go on Instagram and see a bunch of comments about my brother, Kylian. I go on his page and see his latest post: a picture of him celebrating a goal, captioned "first goal for Chelsea! To top it off, a 3-1 win! #cfc🔵💪🏻." I screen shot the photo and post it on my own Instagram, captioning it: "great job big bro...bout time you follow in my footsteps😂😂 joke, Ky, but I love you😘." I slowly get out of bed, and hear aggressive knocking on the front door. I slide down the banister and look through the peephole.
"Jessica!" I exclaim, staring at her.
"Yeah, long time no see," she says. "Can we talk?" My phone beeps.
Brooklyn😍😘💙: my mum can't handle the girls today, so I'm keeping them
Me🙌🏻: um, we have a surprise visitor anyway
I can only imagine his face when he gets that.
"What're you doing here?" I ask, just now noticing her boys.
"I can't live anywhere, but here it seems!" she bursts out crying. I look at the boys.
"There's football stuff in the backyard." I smile, and they run off.
"I can't stand living by myself," she says.
"I'll talk to Brooklyn," I say, hugging her.
"Thank you, Laura. You've done so much for me, and I've barely done anything for me," she says, looking down.
"Oh, please." I smile. "I enjoy helping out people." I hear the front door open, and instruct Jess to stay in the living room.
"Who's the 'special' guest?" he asks, a bit angry. I grab his hand and pull him into the living room.
"You're a little too protective." I giggle.
"Hey, Jessica." Brooklyn smiles. We talk for a very long time.
"Ah, so have you two been keeping busy?" Jessica smirks.
"Last night actually." Brooklyn smirks. I slap him. "Speaking of which, are you still in pain?"
"Uh, not really," I say. "And don't worry, Jess, we used protection. And all the rooms are soundproof."
"Thank you, Jesus!" she shouts looking to the sky.
"Who's Matt?" Brooklyn asks, slightly angry, handing me my phone. He assumes too much. I answer the phone.
[Phone call: M-Matt L-Laura]
L: hey, Matt
M: hey Laura! I miss you so much!
L: I miss you like crazy...like it's unreal
M: um, I called to ask if I might be able to stay with you for 3 days in London?
L: I don't see why not...sure!
M: thanks! I love you!
L: love you, too, Matty
[end phone call]
"Babe, it was just my cousin," I say. He relaxes a bit.
"Is there a park near here for me to take the boys?" Jessica asks.
"How about we all go?" I suggest. She smiles, and we both look to Brooklyn.
"Alright," he says. I change into trainers, my new tennis shoes, a lime green tank top, and an Adidas jacket.
"Mumma!" Kayla shouts, running into our room. I pick her up, and walk downstairs with her.
"Have you met Auntie Jessica's boys?" I ask, and she shakes her head. "This is Braden and this is Michael." She waves shyly at the boys.
"Everyone ready?" Brooklyn asks. Lys comes running down the stairs and jumps into Brooklyn's arms. We walk to Hyde Park, and the kids run off to the swings.
"It's almost Kayla's birthday," I say. Brooklyn looks at me.
"Is it?" he asks. "What day?"
"In three days." I laugh. "I was wondering if you'd let me have Carter and Matt over." He sighs.
"Well, they are twins and Carter is the father, but only for a few hours," he says. I kiss him.
"Thank you!" I squeal. Jessica laughs at us. We spend a couple hours at the park before heading back home.
"Mumma," Kayla says. "Lyssa threw my toy out the window!" She bursts into tears, and I bring her in my arms.
"Brooklyn!" I shout. He comes into the kitchen. "Lys threw Kayla's toy out the window." He groans really loud.
"Alyssa!" he shouts. "Get down here!" See, we made the basement a mini sort of apartment for Jess and the boys.
"What?" she asks sassily. The only reason she's like that is because of her early development.
"Get your sister's toy and get up to bed!" Brooklyn says angrily. This isn't the first time she has done something.
"We need to hurry up and finish Kayla's room," I say. "I'm gonna go put her in bed." Brooklyn follows me up.
"Mumma? Why doesn't Lyssa like me?" Kayla asks.
"I don't know, baby." I kiss her forehead.
"Goodnight, Kayla." Brooklyn kisses her forehead.
"Night mummy. Night daddy," she says. Brooklyn takes care of Alyssa.

*Brooklyn🇬🇧*
I head back downstairs and sit next to Laura on the couch.
"So, babe, do you wanna do 'it'?" I smirk.
"Wait until like midnight," she says. Ugh! She drives me crazy! We put on her favorite movie from her childhood: Finding Nemo. About an hour in, Kayla comes downstairs.
"Mumma, I had a nightmare," she says, crawling into Laura's lap.
"It'll be okay, baby," Laura speaks to her softly. "Just fall back asleep."
"I'll take her back up," I say. I grab Kayla, purposely touching Laura down low and she smirks at me. I lay her back in bed, and kiss her again. I waste no time in getting back downstairs to Laura. I find her in the kitchen cutting up some fruit. I hug her from behind, and squeeze her bum. She turns and points a knife at me.
"Oh, it's just you," she says.
"Well, who else would I be?" I laugh.
"I don't know," she says. "A murderer or rapist."
"Come on! Are you ready now?" I smirk.
"I guess," she says. "Race you there." She smirks back and bolts up the stairs before I can even react. I chase her, shut the door, and lock it. We do the same we did last night, just a bit more😏. When we finish, I attack her neck. She moans in pleasure, and ruffles through my hair. I watch her change into a black sports bra and light blue nike shorts. She crawls into the bed next to me, and I kiss her cheek.
"Goodnight, Queen Beckham." I smile.
"Goodnight, King Beckham." she smiles back. She turns her back to me, and I wrap her in my arms. I've definitely missed this.