Love's Not A Competion

January

We started putting our already semi formed wedding plans into action a few days later. I was also planning a romantic night in for our anniversary on New Years Eve. I presumed Ricky hadn't made any plans except to turn down a few invitations to parties. Simon had invited us over to his house for dinner one evening when we were over at his with the rest of the band. I was playing with his cat, Sid, when I heard him asking Ricky.

"Are you two free for a New Year Party?" Simon asked.

"It's our anniversary. A year with my Juliette." Ricky smiled. "You know I love you but I want to have a night in with the missus."

"Aww, aren't you romantic?" Simon laughed. "I understand. It's your first and it'll be the only one without kids."

Ricky laughed a little. "Tell me about it! We might just sit in silence and appreciate it while we still can."

"You can't sit in silence. You can talk rubbish for Yorkshire!" Simon laughed.

On the morning of the 31st I was woken up by Ricky kissing me. I smiled as I realised what day it was.

"Hey gorgeous!" I grinned sleepily.

"Happy anniversary beautiful!" he grinned. "Sorry to wake you but I couldn't leave without covering you in kisses."

"Oh my god, you're too cute!" I giggled.

He preceded to do exactly that with every inch of skin he could reach. I giggled and sighed with happiness. How did I get to be with this brilliant man for a whole year? When he deemed me thoroughly loved up he got up and ran downstairs. I heard noises coming from the kitchen. I got up and put my dressing gown and bunny slippers on and headed downstairs.

"Go back to bed!" he snapped as soon as I stepped into the room. "I'm being romantic!"

"I want to watch you being romantic. It has nothing to do with you wearing nothing but an apron!" I grinned.

"Hmmm..." he eyed me suspiciously then turned back to the oven.

I sat on the sofa and watched him at the stove. I had a great view of his magnificently tiny bottom as he worked. Occasionally he'd turn around to see me looking him over with desire.

"Stop looking at me like that and drink your tea." he'd chuckle.

He eventually came over to join me with a plate of pancakes.

"You're amazing!" I sighed.

I couldn't wait to tuck into my breakfast made by my gorgeous fiancée who still had his arm in plaster. After breakfast he had to head out to do some tv stuff. He'd offered that I could join him but I chose to stay at home. I flicked onto one of the programs he was on just in time to see him. He chatted with the presenters for a while.

"I hear you've got a baby due in the new year." the presenter said.

"Two babies actually. Twins! But yes, me and my fiancée Juliette are expecting. She thinks she's got really fat but I keep telling her it's just babies in there. She might be watching this. She'll tell me off for mentioning that!" he laughed then turned to the camera. "Sorry Juliette."

"Any name ideas?" the presenter asked. "Ruby perhaps?"

"No no!" he laughed. "No, we've got a few ideas but none of them inspired by Kaiser Chiefs songs."

We were both kind of sick of being asked if we had a daughter if we'd name her Ruby. Of course we wouldn't. That's far too arrogant for us. We'd laugh along politely when we were asked but deep down wanted to snap at whoever asked.