Red Dreams

Chapter 17

The Champ De Mars stretched elegantly to the right and left of my eye line. It looked like it never even ended anywhere specifically. The lawns were lusciously well kempt and the suave colour contrasted charismatically against the water colours and pastel hues of the early evening Paris skyline. A few people hurriedly made their way across the lawns, others were strolling idly through the warm haze of the late afternoon. Couples stood to take photos of the phenomenal and world renowned piece of architecture taking up a considerable chunk of my peripheral vision. The Eiffel Tower stood lazily and alone, swamping the view of the rest of the city. Hazy blues, pretty pinks, blazing oranges and blood reds splashed themselves onto the back drop, making the iconic landmark look like a simple little postcard photograph.

I leaned my head on my arms and placed them on the ledge of the balcony. Lust and desire perpetrated and sprinkled the atmosphere having been paired with the romantic traditions of the city. Trade from the street below, busy traffic in the distance and retreating bird noises thickened the air with discord, yet there was something still quaint about our pleasurable surroundings.

"Alright babe?" Jordan lightly touched me on the back in acknowledgement and came and sat down on a chair beside me.

"Perfect, yes," I smiled at him, feeling my fringe quiver in the breeze.

Jordan himself looked out onto the greens and admired the view. "It's so peaceful here. It feels as if nothing can worry us. We're immune from any problems here."

I nodded in agreement. "Utopia."

"Yes," Jordan answered. He then looked at me attentively. "Got my jersey on I see."

"Oh, yeah. Well, this is my surname now," I looked down at the red home jersey with the yellow lettering which contrasted against the interchanging colours of the soft sky.

"You look beautiful. Makes me proud to see you in it," he trailed his eyes down my body. I swear his eyes were glazing over.

"Would you rather see it on your bedroom floor?" I wiggled my eyebrows audaciously.

"That was the next point I was gonna make..." Jordan remarked, trying to act nonchalantly.

I then went and plonked myself on his lap and cuddled into him.

"Jordan?" I asked, remembering a minute detail from our wedding day. "Before we got married, was Jay acting weird? Like before he came in to tell me the news about Dylan?"

"No, not that I remember. Myself, him and the other lads just engaged in a lot of banter," Jordan rested one hand on my leg and one around my waist.

"Right. Because he came into my room, told me the news and then went all awkward and said something like 'if Jordan weren't getting married to you, lets just say you wouldn't be single right now'. And it didn't freak me out or whatever but I didn't know he felt that way before and I never got a chance to ask him about it before we left."

Jordan let out a chuckle and patted my leg. "Bea, it's Jay we're talking about here. He's been your best friend for god knows how long, sooner or later he was probably going to experience some kind of attraction to you. Take it as a compliment, babe."

"I guess you're right," I shrugged and then smiled at Jordan thoughtfully. "I love you."

"I love you too," he cheekily stuck his tongue out at me.

I listened to the intent chirruping of the nearby birds and noticed the alignment of the wispy clouds. They were beginning to fade now, letting the sunset and eventually the night sky take its position.

"Do you think we could one day make baby Henderson's?" I suggested after a period of silence, giving a big hint but also trying not to sound too pushy.

"Sure. Why not, little squirrel?" Jordan replied. "It'll require this shirt being on my bedroom floor though."

"I could always wear it. If you know what I mean..." I bit my own lip evocatively and he eyed me, a hint of a smile appearing on his own lips.

"Deal,"

And with that, Jordan effortlessly lifted me up, almost as if he were cradling me like a baby and strolled back into our hotel room.

We were gonna be fine.

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And then they were rub-finite.

And there you have it :) a trilogy, guys. I've actually written a trilogy. Can you friking believe that?! I mean, I never really like a lot of the stuff I write but I guess I am pretty proud at writing this much!

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, vote, comment and fan :) here's the thing guys, I really do appreciate everything. Every time I see Red Love, Hope or Dreams go up a few hundred reads, I get really emotional. Because people actually like my stuff and that's so awesome, I could not be more thankful for you all :) two years ago this was just like something to do as a hobby, and writing and football really helped me through the tough times I've experienced but now I'm writing a lot more and people are enjoying it, its more than a hobby now :) even if you've only read one chapter or only read 1 out of the 3 stories, that doesn't matter to me. Even if it was just one person checking out my works, that still means the world :)

And I'm going to dedicate this chapter to my good friend @gerlonso. She's amazing and hilarious and beautiful and rubbing. Back when I joined wattpad, I searched for stories about Liverpool and there were literally hardly any on here, but Evie's was the best one I found and I completely fell in love with You'll Never Walk Alone. It inspired me to write whatever I've uploaded to this day and in the process of that, I've made a fantastic friend along the way and I literally cannot thank her enough for what she's done <33

Once again, thank you guys :) see you soon for Red Glory <3

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P.S. Watch out for the bonus chapter which I'll upload tomorrow :)