A/N: Here it is, finally the last chapter. I'm sorry it is too long. I hope you like it and don't find it too long. Again, thank you so much for reading this story and for taking the time to let me know what you thought about it, it really means a lot to me, so thank you! Here's the chapter...it's long...you've been warned... :P
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The weeks that followed saw our lives return to a more normal pace, we finished the European leg of our tour and, after a few days off, we settled into a working routine at the Bakery and Beehive while we waited for our Australian tour to kick off. I felt happier than I had ever been and, even in the frenzy of exciting things happening around me, I tried my best to savour every moment.
Going back into the studio also meant long writing and recording sessions, we were still in the first stages of our new project but we worked incredibly hard on it. With our minds on the new album, the plan Chris and I had set for getting our relationship back on track was put through a test. Would we be able to follow our guidelines and important points while working? Would we still be able to schedule nights out, to save time for ourselves, increase our intimacy and to keep the channels for communication open or would we be too tired at the end of the day and finally slip back into old habits?
Well, I had to say we had passed the test with flying colours. It wasn't easy, but it was totally worth it, especially now that we both worked shoulder to shoulder on it. It required a lot of patience, a lot of kindness and a lot of love and we had them, we were determined to make things work.
"Jon," he whispered one morning, "Jonny, are you awake, love?" I blinked, disoriented, until my eyes adjusted and I was able to distinguish his figure in the dim light of our bedroom.
"Sort of," I replied stretching my legs and my back. He sat on the bed next to me and I felt his hand on my chest.
"I made you some tea, it's in the kitchen," he said.
I rubbed my eyes sleepily and yawned, "Thanks."
"Are you still coming?" he asked with a careful tone, as if afraid to pose the question.
A small smile appeared on my face and I sat up, "Of course, babe," I suppressed another yawn and leaned in to press a soft peck on his mouth. "Give me a minute to get ready, yeah?"
Reassured by my answer, he smiled brightly, "Alright!" he exclaimed, "I'll wait for you downstairs," he kissed my forehead and skipped out of the room. I heavily lay back down on the mattress and fought the urge to cover myself, roll over and snuggle under the duvet. Yesterday we had agreed we would go running to the Heath early today and I was adamant in following through with it. Chris had been so happy when I said I would go with him, it had definitely been easier to imagine myself getting up at 7 am then it actually was doing it, but I wouldn't disappoint Chris. He had written "jogging with Jonny Boy tomorrow morning" on the kitchen's white board with such a joy on his face.
Come on Jonny, get off your lazy arse.
Ughnnnn
Five more minutes...no, no, I really had to get up, I resolutely thought and quickly sat up and got out of bed. The first thing that came into my mind as the cold morning air hit my naked skin was that it had been a terrible idea, but I ignored it and got dressed as fast as I could before heading to the loo.
Chris was sitting at the table eating cereal when I finally made my way to the kitchen. He looked up at me with sparkling eyes, "Here's your tea love, and some toast," he informed me, "I didn't burn them or the house!"
