The Heartbreak Factor - Part Three

Chapter Fifty-Three.

As I laid on the sofa, flicking through a bunch of magazines mum had brought around the night before, I sighed as I re-read an article on Katie Price’s wedding. I hadn’t left the apartment in a week since the scan; I was too scared in case I got spotted with the baby bump. Repeats of Jeremy Kyle played away to itself on the television as I flicked over the page to see another article on another WAG getting pregnant. Just as I was about to flick over the page again, a hand appeared and pulled the magazine up and out of my hands.

“Hey, I was reading that!” I said as George flung the magazine on the table as he stood next to the sofa where I was slouched.

“Were you really?” he grinned, knowing I wasn’t reading it at all.

“Yes,” I lied, leaning over to the coffee table and picking the magazine back up.

“I had an idea,” he said, grabbing hold of the magazine and pulling it out of my hands again.

I looked at him as I fell back onto the sofa, sinking into the cushions. “What?” I asked, yawning.

George sat down next to me and put his hand on my bump. “This baby is the best thing that has ever happened to us, right?” he paused as I nodded. “But it’s making us grow up so fast and I was thinking we should just have a day today where we turn all our phones off and just have a day of being young.”

I turned to him and grinned. “I love the idea of that.”

“We’ll just do immature things all day and forget all about the fact that in a few months we’ll have to be adults,” he smiled.

“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he laughed as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and turned it off. “Now nobody can interrupt George and Sammy’s day of fun!”

“I love you,” I grinned as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer towards him.

“I love you too.”

*

“It says we need a bit of sugar,” I said, pouring half the bag of sugar into the mixing bowl.

“These are gonna be so disgusting,” George laughed to me as he began to mix the cookie mixture in the bowl.

I grinned at him as he grinned back at me. Sticking my finger in the bowl, I got some mixture and poked George’s cheek with in, smudging the mixture on his face. “Messy pup,” I giggled as I licked the remaining bit of the mixture off my finger. “It actually doesn’t taste that bad.”

“I think it needs some more flour,” George said, before taking a handful of flour from the flour bag and throwing it all over me.

“George!” I screeched, shaking flour out of my hair. “That was so uncalled for!”

“Ghost!” George grinned as he watched me trying to get all the flour off me.

“You’re so immature,” I groaned.

“Shut up,” he laughed, sticking his tongue out of me. “You started it.”

“Fuck you, Shelley.”

“Jones,” George paused, leaning towards me. “You have really bad dandruff.”

“Fuck you, Shelley.”

*

Walking out of the bathroom, I rubbed the towel on my hair in attempt to dry it. “Flour free?” George grinned to me as he laid on the bed, looking at me.