The Tragic Life

Chapter 14

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After spending a week and a half at my house, Jamie decided to mix it up a bit by letting us stay over at his for a few days. It's twenty minutes outside of town, close to his parents home, and I'm obsessed. It's a two bedroomed bungalow that's painted a chalky grey colour with black exterior, wood finishings and a garden, so picture-perfect that the neatly trimmed lawn, small fish pond and a vegetable patch look like something out of a magazine.

It's late in the evening, and we're sitting out in the garden, enjoying the heat from the fire pit. I'm nursing a large ready-made mojito while Jamie sips on his fifty-year-old malt whiskey. He even pulled out a thick cream blanket from the shed when I complained that my toes were getting cold.

"You really have everything thought out, don't you?" I say, reaching out to poke my toes into his leg.

Grinning, he grabs my foot to dig his finger into the instep before smoothing past the skin on my heel. "I'm a bit of a control freak, what can I say?"

"I don't know why you wanted to stay at my house if this is what you can come home to every night," I say, closing my eyes to enjoy his pampering.

"I want to stay at your house because of you."

I open my lids to see him staring at me. "You really mean that?"

Letting go of my foot, he stands to his feet to pull me to mine and without a word he presses a firm kiss on my lips before sliding into my seat to pull me back down on top of him. I enjoy the kisses he gives me, feeling it all the way from my ears to my toes.

I put my hand on his chest. "Answer me."

"Of course, I mean it," he says on a laugh.

I nuzzle into his chest. "You make me feel so special."

"Good."

The fairy lights strung through the tree next to us, drifts in the wind. "I can't get over how wonderful it is out here. Did you do it all yourself?"

He goes stiff. "It took a lot of work."

"I'll bet it did. It's worth the hard work when it looks like this, though."

"Your hair is really soft," he whispers, petting me some more, a slight smell of malt coming from his breath.

I take a drink from my cocktail glass. "I splurge a little on my haircare. I don't like using stuff with sulphates in it."

Jamie's nails scratch at my scalp. "Sulphates are in everything. They can't be that bad?"

"My hairdresser told me that they strip any goodness from your hair and I believe her," I reply, really enjoying this Mojito with a hint of Jamie.

I see in the way he shrugs his shoulders that this conversation is beyond him. "How's your drink?"

"So good. You need to try it." I tilt the glass in his direction.

"I'm all right. You drink it. Sweet drinks aren't my thing," he says, resting his nose near my temple, lips pressing a few hundred kisses there.

Drinking it all up, I lift the glass up in the air. "You're getting me tipsy."

"After one drink?" he whispers.

I nod, stroking back the hair that's fallen into his eyes. "I don't usually drink. One is my limit."

"Smart girl."

My head falls back on his chest. "I'm such a mum."

"You are," he says on a laugh, taking hold of my chin to pull my face towards him. Pressing a warm kiss over my lips. "What was your first thought when you found out you were pregnant?"