Settling in Seattle

Chapter 9- Get Your Shoes On

"Okay, go get your shoes on." Mike pushed Rachel away from his chest to pry her off the sofa they had been sprawled on since they had got home.

"Reallly?" Rachel groaned, pulling a grimace at her husband, the day had been long, there was a pullback in the case, and Rachel just wanted a hot shower and a lie down.

"I'm serious! I'm going to take you out somewhere."

"You can't drive." Rachel stared him down in protest as he folded the cosy blanket back up and laid it onto the cushion.

"That's actually not true. I can drive, I just don't have a licence. And, since I could get away with being a fraudulent lawyer for so long, I'm pretty sure that I can get away with driving you to one place, for one night. You can even drive us back!" Mike half joked, and half didn't, and Rachel shook her head decadently.

"Um, no. I'm carrying some precious cargo in here. I don't want to die tonight thanks." She pinched her eyes shut as Mike sighed and turned to pleading her.

"Okay, so what if I told you it's not that far, and Louis taught me how to drive." She folded her arms to her chest and Mike stood up, nearing her stiff body. He held her arms and looked into her eyes.

"Just this once. Then I will personally pay for your driver's licence." Rachel rolled her eyes and Mike leaned in to kiss her, but she swerved, leaving the room.

'Where are you going?!" He called to her, scratching his head.

"I... am going to get my shoes on, like I was told." She shouted back, he couldn't see the smile that was plastered on her face, or hear the small giggle she let out when climbing the stairs, hearing him congratulate himself.

"Hey, thank you for this, I know you don't like things unplanned." Mike slammed the car door shut and ran around to open Rachel's door.

"Well, you weren't as bad as a driver as I suspected. Now where the hell are we?" She asked stepping out, she couldn't see anything as it was dark. Mike opened the car boot, and pulled out a wicker basket, and a blanket. He opened it and took out a torch, throwing it towards Rachel. She caught it, switched it on, and waved it around so she could get her bearings.

"Woah." Her eyes soaked in the view. They were on a beach. They must've been in West Seattle somewhere. From what Rachel could see, there was no one else around. 

"I thought we could come here tonight. You know, talk, maybe, not talk." He gestured to the blankets he had bundled up on top of the basket. She smiled at him, and took them off him, starting to spread them out onto the sand. 

"That, is so sweet. Thank you so much love." She pulled Mike in for a hug, and he dropped the basket next to them. They squeezed each other's hands, suffocating them as tightly as they could. Imitating the basket, Mike and Rachel flopped onto the blankets. They both slipped off their shoes. After cuddling up on his lap for a while, Rachel reached for the basket when she realised how hungry she was. Mike stopped her by placing his hand on top of hers before she had time to find what was in there.

"Noooo, let me get it out." Mike opened the hatch and pulled out some paper plates and plastic boxes. She rolled her eyes when the plastic cutlery made an appearance.

"Okay, I pulled some strings and got us some of your favourite meals from Georgio's."

"How in the world did you get Georgio's?" She looked concerned at Mike.

"I have my means and ways, now, get eating because there's a lot of it, and I'm starving!" Rachel grabbed a plastic fork and knife and looked over the boxes. She took one she liked the look of and opened the box to eat it. Mike did the same thing, immediately shoving the pasta into his mouth, making faces at the taste of the food.

"You're such an idiot, and I love you." Rachel smirked at him as he necked down the food and she ate small mouthfuls.

"I know." He said with a mouthful of chicken pasta. They both laughed and looked out towards the sea. The waves crashed onto the shore at the pace of their breathing. It was peaceful, in each other's company.

When they had both finished, Mike was drinking the view he had instead of the water. A beautiful woman that was married to him and carrying their child. She had also changed when she went to find her shoes when he'd asked. She was now wearing a gushing black dress that was tied by her neck and reached above her knees. She looked gorgeous. He couldn't help but love her with his whole heart. He suddenly stood up, and swiftly picked Rachel up.

"You little shit!" She screamed as he held her with one arm underneath her on her thighs, and the other rubbing her bare back. He ran towards the water with her in his arms, still screaming, but giving up to the fact that he was strong enough to carry her now that she was almost four months pregnant.

His bare feet touched the water as his ankles immersed in the ocean. He slowly placed her back down into the ripples and held his hands against her jaw benignly. 

"I love you, thank you for this. It's been wonderful." Rachel said in his embrace.

"I love you more than I can tell you." Mike swooped in and kissed her gently, holding his thumb on her chin. It was like a scene from a movie, in the darkness, on the shore, with a baby. 

Rachel broke the heated kiss for a moment to say one thing breathlessly.

"You're perfect."