Chim - Double Walker

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Cheryl’s P.O.V

Kimba and I have been married for 4 years now, but we have been together since the start of the band. And it’s pretty safe to say, my life couldn’t get better.

Kimberley is promoting the Tour De France single with Alistair Griffin right now. So she has been away for the past few weeks, moving around Yorkshire, London, and France for interviews and performances.

She is in France right now and she isn’t due back until the 2nd of July, meaning she will miss my birthday on the 30th of June.

Because the X factor arena auditions started last month, I couldn’t go with her, and the month before that, I was travelling around for the room auditions whilst she was recording the song and shooting the video and album cover. So really, we haven’t seen each other for almost two months.

I guess that’s just one of the downsides to this lifestyle really. Being away from home a lot because of work and new projects can make things difficult, but I know mine and Kimberley’s relationship is strong enough for us to get through. We’ve made it this far.

I realise I have been sat at the table for ten minutes now, just thinking about how far we have come in our relationship and how much I miss her. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and go into the living room.

I know she will be missing me too, but her phone doesn’t work abroad. No signal, no internet, no data. She is too much of a technophobe to sort it out... we both are really.

She has Skyped me a few times, using Alistair’s laptop, only on days that she doesn’t have an interview or performance. On days when she does have an appearance of some sort, she goes to bed early, which I’m glad about. I’d rather she is well rested in her current circumstance.

I sit down, deciding to catch up on some TV, just for something to take my mind of everything for a bit. But just as I turn the telly on, someone knocks at the door, so I turn it off again.

I walk through the hall and open the door, getting the greatest surprise ever when I see who is waiting on the other side.

‘Kimberley?!’ I exclaim, a massive smile spreading across my face.

‘Hey’ she shyly steps into the hallway and closes the door behind her.

I pull her into tight hug, nuzzling my head into her shoulder and inhaling her scent. She half heartedly returns the hug, but she smells different than her usual scent?

‘Oh my god babe you’re bump!’ I place my hands on either side of her faint baby bump and lean forward to kiss her lips, but she doesn't really react to the kiss.

I walk into the living room and sit down on the sofa. She sits beside me, looking quite awkward and uncomfortable.

‘What are you doing back so soon?’

‘Well I have two days off so I thought I’d fly over to see you’

‘Aww babe’ I lean forward and kiss her again, but she returns it this time. ‘You didn’t have to though. I’d rather you weren’t flying as much while you’re pregnant, especially after how uncomfortable you said you were on the way to Nice’

‘Yeah well...’ she looks down at her bump with a thoughtful pout and a shrug, ‘It was worth it’

I curl my legs up beside me and move closer to Kim. I gently stroke her bump and she looks up at me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

I go to question her about her mood; she doesn’t seem too happy considering we haven’t seen each other for over a month.

But before I can say anything, her lips are on mine and we are in a rough, and slightly aggressive, kiss. I push her backwards on the sofa so she is lying down and I am on top of her.

Before we go any further, I pull back and look at her confused. Something is not right and it’s starting to drive me insane.

Her kisses are different, her scent is different, and she shows no affection towards me after not being with each other for over a month. Normally, even if we have only been apart for an hour, we still greet each other with a kiss or hug.

I turn onto my side to look at her. I can’t read her expression but she doesn’t look happy. She looks quite disgusted actually.

She tries to subtly wipe her lips as she jumps up from the couch.

‘Kim, what’s wrong?’ I ask, watching her closely as she moves to sit on the other couch, away from me.

‘I have to confess something Cheryl’ her voice is low and she avoids my eyes.

I can feel my nerves building up, and their kind of making me feel sick.

‘I think this is over...’ she looks up at me, and I stare at her in fear and confusion.

‘You think what is over?’

‘Us, our marriage, our relationship... Everything’