Glamping ~ Joel Dommett

Unforgettable Girl

A/N: Hey everybody!

I WENT TO SEE JOEL ON SATURDAY IN B'HAM AND IT WAS GENUINELY ONE OF THE BEST NIGHTS OF MY ENTIRE LIFE!

I went with my wonderful (but stupid as shit) sister hiddlesbatchers and we were literally sobbing with laughter. I thought I was going to laugh myself to death.... Seriously...

Anyways, enjoy this part!  *inwardly screams about seeing a man that I write fanfic about*

Sam xx

"I can't believe it," Joel grins, pulling me into his side as we amble along the leaf littered pavement, weaving in between elderly couples and groups of teenagers hanging around the bus stops. "can you?"

I smirk, shaking my head, blushing when Joel tentatively slips his arm around my shoulders. "I can't either." I find myself chuckling whilst we duck into a cute little coffee shop with Emma Bridgewater mugs lining the window sills and frilly curtains smothering the glass. It looks cosy.

"Twins." Joel says airily, looking directly into my eyes, "We're only having bloody twins." He kisses my temple before ordering one Turkish apple tea and a bog standard brew, no sugars.

I pick a table by the window and find myself organising the white and brown sugar neatly into two sections, only to rearrange the whole lot again.

"There you go-" Joel hands me my chipped mug and I bring it to my lips, watching as he sits down opposite me, and innocent smile plastered onto his face. "Twins." He repeats, making me chuckle into my Turkish tea. "I feel like I'm dreaming."

I pinch his hand, making him wince, "Nope, definitely not dreaming." I lean across the wooden table and connect our lips for a few blissful seconds before pulling away, a cheeky smile creeping up my face. "I'm going to be a mum." I flush.

"I'm going to be a dad." He smirks back, rubbing his thumb against my knuckles softly, making my lungs feel or tight and squishy.

I gulp down some more of my tea and put my hand against my stomach, feeling an instant connection with the two tiny beans inside of me right now.

"And something very exciting is happening next week." Joel teases, tickling the palm of my hand.

"Stop." I groan, head in my hands.

"Someone is turning twenty eight on Friday!"

I groan once more.

"And I'm taking you somewhere-"

"Where?!" I perk up instantly, almost knocking over my mug of tea and spilling it all down my cream jumper. That would have been devastating.

Joel shakes his head, "I'm not saying..."

"Joel!" I groan once more, but he won't break, no matter how hard I try.

"No, you'll not get it out of me Calla, I'm amazing at secrets."

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