Gary and Libby - Take Two

Chapter Ten

With a minimal five hours sleep and the migraine from hell, i flick the kettle on a prepare a cup of tea, sitting silently at the work top as i wait for Ethan to wake up a fourth time. I glance at the clock on the microwave before sliding off the black stool and padding back to bed.5:17am.Well that would make it twenty past midnight in New York.. Gary will be awake wont he? Easily, i slip my phone out of my dressing gown pocket and type out a text as i slide back under the covers, i put Ethan back in the cot after his second feed.Recipiant; Gary xMissing you still xI wait no longer than a minute for the reply.New Message; Gary xI miss you more. But go to sleep. X I cant! I cant sleep Gary! What dont you understand you beautiful yet infuriating man? I cannot sleep without you! I groan in frustration as my phone lights up again.

New Message; Gary x
I need you now. So much.

Shit. Is he trying to drive me insane? Im about to type out yet another message when my phone lights up again.

"Hello?.." I half whisper.
"God, Libby." Garys voice growls down the line. "I need you baby."
"Well.." I mutter, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. "Im not sure what you expect me to do about it?"
"Touch yourself." Comes the raspy reply.
"What?" I gasp.
"Come on Lib." Gary coaxes softly, yet urgently at the same time. "It wouldnt be the first time."
I bite my lip and smile at the memory. "No...but-"
"No buts." Gary growls again. "Do you have any idea how hard i am right now because of you?"
"Well thats not my fault..." I mutter playfully. "Im half way across the other side of the world."
"Libby im serious." He groans loudly and i feel muscles deep down inside my stomach tighten. "Please..For me." Gary groans again.
"I need you here though..." I half whisper, shifting uncomfortably under the covers.
"No you dont." Gary hisses through his teeth and i begin to hate him even more for doing this to me. "Touch yourself Libby. Imagine its me."
"Gary.." I murmur as i run my hand down over my chest. "Just come back please."
"Shut up." He hisses back and i listen closely as i hear him swear under his breath. "Help me fucking finish."
"I dont know what you want me to do." I whimper quietly, shutting my eyes tightly at the image of Gary relieving himself of any tension without me there.
"Yes you do." Comes the response. "Come on. Im sat here at this fucking desk because i cant sleep and i need you.What would i do? "
"I dont know!" I groan as i run my hand down over my stomach. "Youre at your desk?..."
"Yes." He breathes. "Im sat at my desk wanking over you okay?"
I swallow hard. Shit thats arousing.
"Im so hard though Libby. I need you here. Now. I need your mouth."
"Gary, dont." I moan again, trying and failing to hide my aroual.
"Touch yourself Libby."
"I am." I whimper pathetically as the sound of Garys ragged, yet somehow steady breaths fill the phone.
"Shit!" He hisses. "I need you baby."
"Mm-h." Is all i can manage as i screw my eyes shut tightly. The thought of Gary releasing himself over the desk is too much to hold onto.
"Come Libby." Gary voice strains in my ears and even over the phone i can tell hes close. "Like you would if i was there."

I groan slowly, my whole body tensing as i find my release, sinking my teeth so far into my bottom lip i draw blood.
"Fuck!" Garys voice hisses down the phone. "Fuck yes Libby!"
I listen a little longer to the groans and the cursing before he too comes back down to earth.
"God i love you." He groans slowly and i can imagine him now, pushing himself into the chair and leaning backwards, throwing his hand over his face. I decide to pull the covers back up to my chin and snuggle down.
"Love you too..." I sigh happily and glace at the bedside clock.

5:43am

"Its nearly one.." I yawn cautiously. "You should go to bed Gaz."
"You never listen to me." He snorts.
"I know. Im sorry. I will from now on."
"Good." Gary breathes, and theres a momentary silence. "Ill go to bed then."
"Good," I smile in satisfaction. "Good night handsome. I love you."
"Night Libby." Gary whispers, and i can tell hes smiling the way he always does when he kisses me goodnight...

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I wake again to the all to familiar sound of Ethans crying. Squinting towards the alarm clock, i slip out of bed and pull my dressing gown back around my body, smiling shyly to myself as i recall my earlier conversation with Gary..

"Hey baby boy." I smile as i approach Ethan who is screaming hysterically, his little face red and blotchy. "Hey." I soothe again as i lift him into my arms. "Its okay, Mummys here. Whats wrong baby?"
The crying doesnt subside as i bounce him slightly on my hip.
"Ethe?" I furrow my brow as i make a move down the stairs, "Tell mummy whats wrong darling. Did you have i nightmare?" I run my hand through his blonde hair to his forehead then stop. Hes boiling.
Taking a deep breath, i heat up some baby milk as i reach for the thermometer from the cabinet.
"Here baby." I breathe, trying to hide the concern in my voice as i drop down at the breakfast bar, Ethan on my knee, tears still cascading down his cheeks. "Close your mouth Ethan." Thankfully, the toddler compiles and closes his mouth around the thermometer rested under his tongue. I study him carefully. His cheeks are redder than usual, but im not sure whether thats being induced by the hysterical crying or not, his forehead is definitely warm though, too warm.
"Hey.." I breathe again as the thermometer signals its ready and i pull it from Ethans lip. The toddler presses his small, wet face against my neck, sucking on his thumb and whimpering gently. I hold the thermometer up to see the reading.

38.5 degrees. (h)

Shit. I swallow nervously, stroking Ethans hair again as more tears begin to fall. I breathe out a steady breath and reach for my phone.

"Lib?" Garys voice is thick with sleep.
"Gary?"
"Are you okay?"
"Erm." I swallow again. "I think Ethans ill."
"What do you mean?" Gary sounds suddenly alert.
"Im sure it nothing." I add quickly, but i cant contain the worry. "Hes got a high temperature."
"How high?"
I swallow.
"Libby how high?!"
"Thirty eight point five."
"Take him to the doctors. Now. Im coming home."