WHERE TO NOW? (M/M) 18+

Chapter 22

Damien - Four years ago

Pulling into the complex car park, I was eager to get inside. To shower and get this metal and rust stench off me. Working overtime at the scrap yard, on a Saturday no less, wasn't exactly my idea of a good time.

I wanted to be home, with Julia wrapped lazily around me while we watched her favourite show. Sitcoms weren't really my taste but it made her happy.

I revved the engine; something I always did to alert Jules of my return and departure.

Jules ran out of the complex doors, rushing over to my black motorcycle like she always did when I'd get home.

She smacked my head around playfully. "Hi baby," she yelled brightly as I smiled from underneath my helmet. "How was work?"

"Normal" I climbed off my bike and removed my helmet before I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against me and kissing her forehead. "Let's go up" I said, placing my hand on the small of her back to turn her around.

Walking up the flights of stairs to the fourth floor really took it out of her. I don't know why she insisted on meeting me downstairs when she was 8 months pregnant. I didn't mind helping her with the stairs but the strenuous activity couldn't be good for the baby when she's that far along.

She never told me the gender, wanting it to be a surprise for when the baby comes, but she dropped hints.

She puffed out a breath when we reached the top. I lifted my arm beside her head to push the door open after she unlatched it. As I walked into our crappy, small, one bedroom apartment, I noticed a sandwich left on the coffee table and her favourite TV show left on pause, waiting for me as usual.

I turned her around, wrapping her in my arms as I leant over her belly to kiss her. My lips tangled with hers and I could taste the tomato on her, the one we only bought for me because she didn't like them but for whatever reason, always ate a slice when she made a sandwich for me after work.

She pulled away with a smile. "What was that for?" She asked, intrigued by my sudden forcefulness. I looked down at her, her brown hair that irritated her eyes from the messy bun she wore, her blue eyes like waves in the ocean. My grey t-shirt that still hung loosely over her perfectly round bump, the black leggings she wore underneath.

She was a pretty little thing when we met back at the scrapyard. She'd flew down the road, lifting up puffs of dry dirt, every employee turning her way as she stepped out of her shiney car with her tight, white singlet and light blue jeans that hugged her curves, with the long black high heeled boots. She told me that she needed papers for something I wasn't paying attention to because the intrigue on her lips made it difficult. We flirted as we went back and forth, with her trying to convince me she was right. I asked if she'd like to get a drink and she accepted... But right now, with the messy bun and my oversized t-shirt, she was absolutely glowing.

We might have married young but it was the best decision I ever made.

"I just love you" I said softly, lifting the hair out of her eyes.

She smiled sweetly at that, before retorting "Awwwh, how gooey.." and turning away quickly, practically skipping over to the lounge.

"I love you too, now hurry up I wanna watch my show" she said with a whine while she grabbed a slice of my sandwich, again something she had always done, but I didn't mind. I smiled, sitting down beside her as she draped her legs over me. I leant forward a bit, not wanting to get crumbs on the new blue rug she just bought.