THE OXFORD BET *VirginityGames*

Chapter 32 Nervous...but for a very different reason

Francesca

On a Saturday morning I woke later than usual. Laying on my back I turned my gaze from the ceiling to the man lying beside me. Daniel and I had only just come home from our short week away in Paris. Our honeymoon. Everything had been perfect. We hadn't even unpacked our things yet. Sighing I watched my husband for a few more minutes before gently untangling myself from him and slipped out of bed.

Husband.

That was so weird to think or say aloud.

But it was true. And it was real.

"Francesca? Where you going?" He grumbled tiredly.

"Go back to sleep Daniel. I'm just going to make breakfast. I'll be right back."

He yawned with a smile. "Hurry back."

"I will." I slipped on my dressing gown to cover my naked body and turned around to pose a question to him. "Daniel, can you still believe only six days ago you watched the love of your life walk down the aisle?" I smirked and I tied my dressing gown around my waist tightly.

His chuckle was muffled by his pillow. "The love of my life, hm?" He propped himself up on his elbow. Unashamed of his nakedness. "I remember you walked down nervous but proud as you always are."

"I love you."

"I love you too." Daniel mumbled as he curled back up into the duvet laying more on my side of the bed than his own, and I chuckled softly to myself before leaving his bedroom.

Going down into the kitchen I proceeded to make breakfast for us both while humming softly to myself. I turned on the radio and pranced about the kitchen as if I was in a music video. Was I really old enough to be a married woman?

I was only just about to turn twenty years old...

I heard the shower turn on upstairs and assumed it was Daniel up.

Richard was with Vicky that whole weekend and Adam was away at a politics club meeting. So thankfully we had the house to ourselves.

As I finished up and was drinking a cup of tea while I waited for Daniel to come down the stairs, the doorbell rang which surprised me. Glancing up at the clock on the wall I cursed to myself seeing as it was going on eleven thirty already and I hadn't even had breakfast or a shower yet.

I had already put on some bacon and eggs and grabbed some avocado out of the fridge. I popped some slices of toast in the toaster and waited eagerly for some food. My belly grumbled loudly making me laugh.

The doorbell rang again and I sighed before I went to answer it and let whoever it was, (probably Adam back early), into the house. Opening the door I was then taken aback to see that I had been wrong. It was Brandon standing outside the door.

He looked disheveled, his brown hair was out of place. His shirt was untucked, half buttoned up wrong and he looked like he had just stepped away from a brawl in some Pub in London. His eyes looked slightly blood shot and I could see a few days worth of light stubble on his face.

"You married him?" Brandon said breathlessly, "Are you fucking crazy?"

I stepped aside so he could walk into the boys house, I bit my lip and groaned internally. We had plans and suddenly they had to be postponed...

8 DAYS EARLIER...

It was the night of Summer ball. It was the night my life changed forever - well that was me just being a drama queen. Though it was the biggest thing to happen to us and to me and I knew it would get traction when word got around. My fellow students at Oxford would hear about an engagement and assume Daniel had knocked me up and we were only getting hitched for that reason. When nothing could be further from the truth.