Sing For Me

Im Sorry Benjamin

Ben's point of view

Earlier that evening

"Could I have a white wine and an orange juice please" I ask at the bar turning to look at Lisa she looks so pretty tonight I will never tire of looking at her, as her pregnancy progressed the more beautiful she became if that were possible, her figure more curvy which drove me wild, her hair softer and shinier her complexion glowed even beyond her bruising, I'd had friends who'd had children, Mel and Ells but had never really noticed a change in them but with Lisa every little thing stood out to me, woke up my senses, I was consumed by her bordering on obsession but all through adoration, she knew it and displayed it all for me, my own little dancer performing her own private show. She looks relaxed for the first time in days. I hate that she has had to go through so much hurt and worry because of my mother. I so want her and the baby to be safe and there's still that guilt that it's my fault that this has happened running through my mind. "here you go sweetheart" I say giving her her drink 

"Thank you sweetie" she says with that gorgeous smile of hers.

We sit on a sofa in the theatre bar she comes close for a cwtch "Do I really look OK Ben" she asks referring to the bruise on her face 

"You look perfect darling" and she did she had covered it up and you could barely see it but her self consciousness is so strong and as much as we were working at it to break it down it was still there. We were both looking forward to tonight just a break from everything a chance to forget it all we hadn't had many dates just the two of us because of the kids but that was fine it just made our time alone together special.

The concert was amazing and Lisa was so pleased that I had enjoyed it, it had been her gift to me. they had played so many show tunes that we knew with Lisa humming or singing along to them, her voice making me tingle causing goose bumps to form on my skin. There with love songs, sad songs, dance songs, all bringing forth emotions in us both that could be masked by the darkness in the auditorium, a curtain under which we could let them go.

We leave the theatre wrapped up in each other "Are you hungry sweetheart?" I ask her 

"Hmm yeah I am" I can see she is even her increased appetite was adorable the way she was ravenous for food and other things! 

"What do you fancy" I ask and she gives me a cheeky grin "As in food" I say as she pulls a sulk 

"Do you know what I'd really like is a bag of chips, a hot greasy bag of chips" well I did ask this girl could even make a bag of chips sound sexy "Oh and a battered sausage" oh my lord "and mushy peas" ok not so sexy.

"If that's what Mummy wants then that's what Mummy gets" I say to her as we head off to feed my darling girls hunger. We find a park bench and curl up together sharing our body heat to keep warm not wanting to go home just yet. Lisa eats as if this were her first meal in days now most men would find their girl dribbling mushy peas down their chin a turn off but Lisa made it so cute, giggling when she realized that she had done it. 

"We should head back Sweetie" she says and I agree reluctantly it had been a lovely evening one I wished could carry on.

We step in the lift and start kissing like a couple of kids I can still taste the food on her lips and she on mine everything pushed away this was me and my girl as we should be. The lift door opens and I hear a voice "Benjamin needs to know" I look up and both of our expressions change when we realise that she is back and she's made her way to our haven, how dare she, how fucking dare she, I'm full of venom and anger 

"What do I need to know" I force at her.

Gran and Dad are there their faces full of hate, she's been at them I'm not having this "WELL what is so important that you feel the need to burst your way into our home mother" I yell, where are the kids "Dad where are the children?" I ask him