Love's Not A Competion

Romantic Dinner

A few days later I was working on another make up project. I had to get home early as I was having a romantic dinner with Ricky before the band went to America for three weeks of touring and publicity. This would be the longest we'd be apart since we'd got together. The longest we'd gone so far without seeing each other was a week. I'm not going to be one of those melodramatic girlfriends who says they won't be able to function without seeing their man or that they'd go crazy with the loneliness. To be honest, I would hardly be alone and it's not like we'd be cut off completely. We'd phone and text every day and talk on the computer when we could.

It was only three weeks as well. During those three weeks I'd be working most of the time and then come home and cuddle with the cats.

I was sure the traffic was bad today just to annoy me. Some how they must know that I wanted to be at home with Ricky.

"Come the eff on Bridget!" I shouted. No one could hear me with my windows closed and radio on but I was going to shout my frustration anyway. "I just want to go home to see my yummy man!"

"Sorry!" I said as I ran into the house half an hour late. "Sorry! Traffic was a pain in the arse!"

"Better late than never though!" Ricky smiled as he leant against the counter looking as cool as a cucumber. "Food's running late anyway. You're just in time."

"Oo, time for a glass of wine and a cuddle with you then." I smiled.

"Can the wine wait?" he asked as he pulled me close.

"For you, everything can wait." I sighed.

"That was romantic!" he laughed.

I still found it difficult to say romantic things in the moment. After five months I still found it awkward. Just like my reluctance to let go of the stretching out in bed I still couldn't welcome in the loved up romance all the time. I'd be too independent for too long.

Ricky had set the table in the dinning room while he was waiting for me and had filled every available surface with candles. More candles than I knew we had! This took candle lit dinner to a very literal sense.

"It's beautiful!" I gasped as he lead me in. "A huge fire hazard but beautiful!"

"Health and safety always ruins the mood!" he laughed. "Wait here and drink your wine."

"But..." I protested.

"No buts! Dinner's nearly ready!" he called over his shoulder as he headed across the corridor to the kitchen.

It was a beautiful room with big French windows that lead to the garden. I was impressed to see there were even fairy lights in the tree outside, although it was still too light for them to glow fully. We should use this room more.

"Your dinner is served my lady!" Ricky announced as he put a plate of salmon and vegetables in front of me. "It's not much and Marks and Spencer's may have helped a little."

"Oh, it looks amazing!" I said.

As we ate we talked about the plans for when he got back from the US tour. His flight home got into Gatwick early in the morning. He'd have a few hours here before we had to leave for our flight together from Heathrow to go to Finland for my brother's wedding. If the plane into Gatwick was late it could send the rest of the day into disorder. To save time I would do most of his packing for Finland while he was away. I felt quite honoured that he trusted me to pick out what clothes I thought he should wear.

"I'm going to make pudding." I told him with a kiss when we finished our main course.

"Don't be long!" he called after me.