Choking On Sapphires

69 The Boy I Love Is Up In The Gallery

You give curt nods to the boys in the bakery, your feet moving fast towards Alfie's office.

"Does he have a spare moment Ollie?" you ask sweetly, a smile that's always relieved at your presence comes over the tall boys face.

"He does, go on in." he gives you a nod, going back to taking his pen to the papers.

You give a knock and open the door. "I'm looking for Mr. Solomons but you're far too handsome to be him." you giggle and shut the door behind you. "You've had your spring trim early, darling." you chirp, moving to him as he stands, his beard trimmed and tamed, his hair shorter on the sides, no longer the messy and unruly nest it had been.

"Gotta keep up wif you now don't I?" he says, leaning down to kiss you as you hold his cheeks.

"I do love you looking much like a beast but this version is unfairly handsome as well. Before I wanted to eat myself silly and hibernate with you and now I want you to take me out to a nice dinner and then make me be unladylike behind closed doors." you give him a giggle, your tongue peeking out from between your teeth.

"I can do both, love." he laughs as you scratch his face gently. "What do I owe the pleasure, pet?" he asks, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.

"I was on the way out of town. Wanted to see you before I left."

"Where ya goin'?" his brow lowers and he gives you an accusatory look.

"I have a job tonight, remember?"

"Ah. Yes." he nods slowly.

"Well at least I know you won't have me followed since you forgot." you laugh.

"Can't very well send me men after you if you don't tell me where ya goin'."

"Well it's a job, sweetheart, you know I don't tell you my paid work. Business confidentiality and all." you give him a shrug and kiss to his grumpy face. "I'll be home in the early morning I believe. So you can come over for afternoon tea and we'll spend some time together, yes?" you tilt your head up at him, trying to butter him up. Your hands run up and down his chest as you coo sweetly at him.

"I suppose I could come see ya. Workin' on Shabbat though." he tsks and grins.

"We've both done far worse." you wrinkle your nose affectionately at him. "I think I can be excused as it's money to put away for the wedding." you say with a bashful smile.

"Ya savin' up are ya?"

"I am." you nod. "I've been taking some extra jobs to give us a good nest egg to start with."

"I thought I was supposed to be the one supportin' you."

"We are untraditional and modern in our approach, Alfie. If I work hard, it'll only make us richer. You aren't expecting me to stay home and do nothing but wait to have babies are you?"

"'Course not, don't be daft, love. You'd never go for that. No matter if I wanted it or not." he grins and leans down to kiss you.

"Is that what you want?" you ask with a surprised tone in your voice.

"Not realistically no. But let an old man have his fantasies, eh?" he chuckles and kisses your cheek.

"I can play a good little wife and mum for you. Don't have to worry about that." you nuzzle into him. "I couldn't go about my regular criminal work while pregnant anyway, could I? So perhaps you'll get to live your fantasy for a bit, hmmm?"

"Comin' home to you in such a state is somefin I've given more thought to as of late." he speaks softly against your skin.

"Is it now?"