Will We Talk?

85- Eyes

After having the bairns, I was nothing short of knackered. It was bittersweet moments like those 72 hours that always made me slightly more happy that I wasn't up every half hour for my own baby, sacrificing my own energy and health for theirs. I know that I started to distance myself from everything towards the end of taking care of the twins, and it was clear that I made it quite noticeable. My brother and boyfriend made me aware of that.

When Yvonne came into the living room, she immediately sat down next to me and pulled me into an embrace. It was one of those silent ones where there's so much emotion in the air, from both sides, that words were simply unnecessary. She ensured me everything was alright and that I was amazing- the ego boost that was needed- followed by my brother breathlessly stepping into the flat and making a beeline for his gorgeous children. That's when Yvonne's eyes widened and whispered to me something like "I haven't even greeted my own kids" and she slowly got onto her knees and held Zara in her arms. I smiled at the family in front of me: the image of my brother being so smitten with his fiancée and children just melting my heart as my eyes absentmindedly travelled to meet Sam's gaze. Just him leaning against the doorframe looking at me before I looked at him was enough to get me swooning again, my heart thumping and forehead sweating.

When the family left, I made sure to make a beeline for my bed, Sam closely following me. I stripped out of my pyjamas I wore prior and put on a simple pair of basketball shorts and cropped shirt before jumping into bed.

"How you feeling?" Sam questions, sliding off his clothes and getting under the duvet in his boxers, "Any better?"

"Just tired." I sigh, my body cuddling into Sam's as his arm wraps around my shoulders, making sure our bodies were flush together, "How about you?"

Sam smiles and looks down at me, "I'm fine. But please never surprise with me with a weekend of taking care of the twins ever again. That was exhausting."

I nod in agreement, laughing at his certainty, "Hey hey! That's my godbabies you're on about!"

His hands are thrown up in a mock surrender, "Don't shame me for being truthful. Kids are a handful."

"Wait until they can speak. If they're anything like Bailey, they'll be nowt but trouble." I scoff, my hand resting on Sam's chest, "You were so good with them too, well done, you've completed overnight babysitting."

Sam smiles, shrugging smugly, "What can I say? I'm a natural." he boasts, making me chuckle slightly.

The two of us lay and conversed for a while, passing quite a lot of time before the fatigue finally began to set in again, the two of us becoming slightly delirious and laughing at anything. Little things like this were the times I kept close to my heart, knowing Sam and I can be away from each other for extended periods of time, yet we never ever lose our spark.

*****

After having the most hard hitting nap ever, I decided it was best to shower after dealing with baby sick and sweatiness for the weekend, before getting ready to go to the studio and see all of my students again (and Tyler too). Since being on tour, I had only been back once or twice for a few lessons, until the whole company had its break. Fortunate for me, it was perfect timing for when Sam and I had decided to move in together and rekindle our flame, so we had all of the time in the world to settle down. Then tour happened. And we still haven't had our house warming party.

When I told Sam that I actually had work, he wasn't the happiest of men going, instead deciding to put a pout on his face and act like a stroppy tot. He moped about the flat until it was time for me to leave and insisted on driving me to the studio, claiming he had other errands to run while I was working.

"Cheer up." I snorted as he finally got in the car.

He glared at me before putting the key in the ignition and starting the car, by doing that he'd made himself ten times more amusing as I just laughed to myself some more and turned on the radio. On the radio, the CD I had been playing the last time I was in here started to come from the speakers: Like a Virgin by Madonna.

Madonna is hands down my guilty pleasure artist, and Sam always seemed amused by this. As the starting chords to 'Like a Virgin' began to play, I curled into myself, already embarrassed by what Sam was about to say. A smile had already made its way onto his face as he looked over at me.

"Open that glove box and get out a different CD." he chuckled.

"What's the issue with Madonna?" I challenge, contradicting my words as I started to look for a Springsteen CD, just to cheer Sam up.

"Nowt." he snorts, "Just not my choice."

"Clearly." I scoff before getting out Born in the U.S.A, taking out the CD from prior and inserting that one, "Hopefully this one gets you out of your strop."

Sam's mood immediately lifts as Born in the U.S.A begins, which immediately makes me smile as he taps his thumbs against the wheel and sings along. Whenever Sam sings, I like to remind myself how lucky I am to have a rockstar boyfriend who can give me my own free concerts at the click of my fingers. And let me tell you, no word of a lie, and no bias, but he has one of the most refreshing voices ever. The way he hits notes so smoothly and does it so well never fails to give me goosebumps at the pride I feel for him.

I sit in the passenger seat, looking over him adoringly, committing his side to memory as though I hadn't already as he sings along, clearly in his own world as he does so. Just him being so invested and enjoying something so simple makes me giddy.

"It's rude to stare, Jonston." Sam stops singing for a second, his eyes connecting with mine.

I look away as the intense feeling in my stomach bubbles at his eye contact, looking at the road ahead of us, "As if you don't like it."

"Mmm I never said that, no." he grabs my chin and makes me look at him as we stop at a red light, "I wanna look at you when I talk to you."

Whenever that man looks at me, it always feels like it's just him and I in this world, and it's nothing short of incredible. Everyday is like I fall in love with him for the thousandth time as he does some of the most smallest things. The bare minimum has me on my knees. He makes me feel so special that I don't want anything else in life than him. It's Evelyn and Sam forever now.

I do nothing but blush profusely as he does that and smile, my eyes melting as he looks at me, eyes piercing and soft.