Gary and Libby - Take One

Chapter Sixty Three

  *6 weeks later*

"You're up early." I hear Garys voice behind me as he walks into the kitchen.
"Couldnt sleep." I mutter, sipping at a cup of tea.
"You okay?" He kisses the top of my head as he reaches forward and takes the mug from my hands and takes a sip. I turn around and throw him a disapproving look, but he just gives me that lopsided grin thing that nobody can stay mad at.
"I havent seen that for a while." I murmur as he sits down opposite me.
"Not seen what?"
"That lopsided smile." I sigh happily and take another sip of my tea.
"Yea, well." Gary grins again. "Good mood."
"Why?" I inhale. "What have you done now?.."
Gary mumbles something purposely quickly so i cant hear, as he stands up to flick the kettle on.
"Gary..." I lower my tone. "What have you done?"
"I might have booked us a holiday to Dubai..." Gary bites his fist as he turns round to face me.
"What?!" I nearly spit my tea out. "Gary no!"
"Why not? Come on Baby." He takes his seat opposite me again.
"Gary i dont want to go." I mutter into my lap.
"Oh why not?" He sighs, taking my hand and stroking my knuckles with his thumb.
"I just- i dont know, feel fat." I mope, i dont want to make eye contact with him because i feel like im letting him down.
"Libby dont be stupid." Gary sighs, dropping his lips onto my knuckles. "You're hardly even look pregnant."
I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Well you dont look 5 months." He kisses my knuckles again. "And thats the truth."
"Gary i dont know." I mutter, finishing my tea and heading towards the dishwasher.
"Yea well ive booked it now so you have to come." He grins across the room at me. I sigh and shake my head. I wasnt really ever going to say no, so whats the point moaning about it really?
"Fine." I smile, dropping my arms around Garys neck and kissing his temple. "We'll go."
"Good!" He smiles against my wrist. "Because the flight is this afternoon."
Before i can say anything hes out of his chair and running up the stairs.

"You bastard!" I half laugh half shout as i throw myself into the bedroom after Gary. "You stupid bastard! Why didnt you tell me?!" I pick up a cushion from the end of the bed and throw it at him, but he ducks away from the hit.
"I knew you'd say no!" He grins, pulling two suitcases out from under the bed. "Come on mardy arse, we've got two hours to pack."
"Mardy arse?!" I retort, picking up another pillow.
"N-n-no okay! Im sorry!" Gary smirks, reaching across and snatching the pillow from me. "But you do need to get your arse into gear."
"Gary im tired." I moan, giving him my puppy dog eyes.
"Move it. Now." He stares right back. Okay then...i guess ill have to try a different approach. I wait a few seconds before doubling over in pain.
"Shit Gary!" I scream, i think his arm is around my back before ive finished the sentence.
"What is it? Lib whats wrong?! Are you okay?!" He asks, trying to pull me up. I bite the inside of my cheek and try not to laugh as i face him.
"No, no im not okay. I think i need to lie down for a bit, while you carry on packing..."
"Bitch!" Gary picks me up and throws my into the middle of the bed. "Dont you dare do that to me again, do you understand?"
"Needs must and all that..." I bite my lip as i shrug my shoulders. "Now come on Baby, we've got two hours to pack."
"Libby im not joking." Gary stares me right between the eyes. "Ive booked this holiday for us, the least you could do is help me pack!"
"Im carrying your baby, Gary." I mimick his tone, just because i know it annoys him. "The least you could do is pack for me..."
"Fine." Gary sighs outwardly. "Just because i love you. Is there anything else you'd like?" He raises his eyebrow at me sarcastically. "Perhaps a foot massage and a Pina Colanda while you just sit and watch?"
"No." I reply bluntly. "But, you could do one thing for me..." I chew on my botto lip gently.
"And what would that be my love?" He sighs with a smile.
"Take your top off? I mean, we've got to make this a little exciting havent we?"
Gary smirks as he pulls his T-shirt over his head and chucks it in my direction. "As long as you dont get too excited..." He laughs.

                                                                           ***

"No that one!"
"This one?" Gary tugs at a hanger in the wardrobe.
"No the other one!" I laugh, taking another mouthful of Ben and Jerry's. "To your right."
"This?" Gary turns round with my blue top and i give him a satisfied nod before he folds it up and throws it into the case. "Okay, shoes..." He sighs, rubbing the side of his face with his hand. "Ill be glad when this is over..."
"I wont." I smirk, Gary still has his top off and id be lying if i said i wasnt enjoying the view.
"You're a dirty bitch aren't you?" He narrows his eyes at me before turning around at opening another door to the wardrobe. I watch the muscles tense in his back as he picks out his own shoes, before he turns them around and sorts them into the case. His biceps are bulging and when he occasionally tenses he has a perfect six pack.
"What are you staring at?" His voice breaks me from my thoughts.
"Oh nothing?" I smirk. "Can you get me those shoes from the bottom of the wardrobe please?"
"You dont want those shoes do you?" Gary raises an eyebrow at me as he speaks slowly. Shit. He knows me too well...
"No." I bite my lip innocently.
"You just want me to bend over dont you?" He stares straight into my eyes.
"Maybe..."  whisper, shuffling down the bed so i can hook my fingers into his waist band.
"What? Do i have permission for a rest?" Garys fingers brush my rib cage slightly.
"Who said anything about resting?.." I giggle, kneeling up to kiss his lips.