I snuggle into Noah as we cuddle together on the sofa, the fire crackles softly and the T.V plays Harry Potter. The whole evening has felt nostalgic reminding me of my own childhood growing up here. My Grandad snoring softly in his leather recliner chair as my Grandma peels an orange whilst Rowan sleeps against her chest. It just feels like the most perfect way to end our time here.
"Right kiddos, I think it's bedtime." My Grandma gently tells the girls. "Sorry I'm a little stuck here Margo." She chuckles nodding down towards Rowan napping on her. "Is it alright if you take the girls up. I'll take Rowan up myself in a little while."
"Sure, come on girls let's get ready for bed." I say as Rose gives me that innocent look silently asking to be picked up and carried to bed, which of course I fall for swiping her up in my arms.
"Will you read us a bedtime story Noah?" Isla asks and he chuckles softly in reply.
"Sure I can. I don't know think I'm as good as Margo though." He tells her as we take the girls up to bed tucking them both in.
"Could you read that one?" Isla points to a battered old copy of Winnie the Pooh.
"Of course. Are you ready?" Noah asks sitting on the edge of her bed as I sit on Roses. Isla nods ferociously her curls becoming fuzzy against her pillow. "Alright..." He clears his throat looking to me with a lazy smile. "Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin..."
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"You don't look like you need a bedtime story." Noah jokes as we get ready for bed.
"Yeah I'm knackered. It's been a busy few days and a lot to take in. Tomorrow's gonna be even longer... I don't want to tell anyone just yet." I whisper scared that my once we share our secret it'll get out there, the fans will know, management will know and from there it'll just spiral.
"That's okay, we can keep it quiet as long as you want to. This is our life and our secret to keep as long as we need to. Nothing else matters, no one else matters Margo. Just us." He replies kneeling in front of me, his forehead pressed to mine. His lips brush mine so lightly it's barely there. "I love you." He whispers against them.
"I love you Noah." I whispers back pressing my lips to his with more force and I begin to melt into him, his tongue glides against my own showing me how much he wants me, wants this. Slow, grounding and completely raw. His hand against my cheek holding me so carefully as if I might break at any moment.
We pull apart and his eyes search for mine, breathing heavy.
"We've gotta be careful, that's exactly how we got ourselves into this mess." I lightly joke and Noah shakes his head at my comment.
"I know but I just know it's be the best mess we've created." He smiles reassuringly as we climb into bed and I instantly find my spot resting my head on Noah's chest as his hand snakes around my back pulling me closer to him. "So no telling the boys or Sadie?"
"No, not yet. Not until tours over. When everything settled and little quieter we can. It's only a few more weeks right?" I ask hesitant.
"Yup, middle of August and we're done. We'll be back home by the end of July. Not too long baby." Noah tells me almost reassuring himself more than me.
"Okay, August it is." I feel Noah's hand gently press against my stomach making me laugh. "Noah it's no different than before."
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Just Pretend
FanfictionMargo Brown, twenty five year old writer is desperate to pave her own path and to get out of her small town. A month before she is due to put down new roots in a new city her best friend Cassidy invites her along to a concert playing it off as Marg...
