Love's Not A Competion

On The Road

After a few days on The Voice it was time for the tour. Normally Ricky traveled with the rest of the band on their tour bus but due to the babies being ready to arrive in a few weeks he wanted to drive everywhere with our stuff squished into the back of the car.

The first date was Liverpool. I'd never been to most of the cities on the tour so while the band sound checked in the afternoons I planned to see a few places with the families of the other guys. Whitey's daughter skipped along beside me, chatting away as we walked around Liverpool. Sometimes I had to sit down and rest as it turned out sightseeing when you're eight months pregnant with twins is exhausting.

After I'd eaten dinner before the show in Liverpool I found a nice looking sofa in a quiet looking dressing room backstage. I made myself comfortable and was soon joined by my mum. She looked equally tired but wanted to see Kaiser Chiefs perform as much as I did. We snuggled up on the sofa together and she played softly with my hair. I drifted in and out of sleep for a while but kept being woken by voices in the corridor.

"There you are!" Ricky announced as he burst into the room.

"Shhh!" Mum hushed him.

"Sorry." he muttered.

"What is it?" I grumbled.

"It's nearly show time." he grinned. "There's seats waiting for you at the sound desk."

"Ok, I'll be there in a second." I yawned.

I ran my fingers through my hair to try to look presentable and straightened my clothes. Ricky offered me his hand which I took. He lead me and mum out into the auditorium and over to the sound desk where some other family members of the band were including Ricky's Mum and Dad.

"Have fun!" I told Ricky and gave him a kiss.

"You too!" he grinned. "Love you."

"I know!" I laughed. "Love you too. Now go and rock your stripy socks off!"

And he did! Well, not literally. I stood up and cheered along with the crowd for as long as I could. The babies kicked a lot while he was singing which always made me smile, even when they kicked me in the bladder. They seemed to know their dad's voice even when they were in their safe, squishy home.

I went to all the other shows on the tour. After Liverpool we went up to Scotland for two dates. One night in Newcastle.

While in Newcastle I met up with some of my northern family. I took Ricky to meet my grandma in the morning. Despite having met most of my extended family he'd never met my lovely grandma. She was one of the most important people in my life and was always full of love.

She was only about five foot tall, way over half a foot shorter than me, but irresistible to cuddle. She greeted us at her front door with open arms as she waited for a cuddle. I pushed Ricky out of the way and ran over to her.

"Hello my darling!" I grinned and gave her a big hug.

"Hello my baby!" she greeted me.

I introduced her to Ricky who she pulled into a tight hug straight away. Once inside her little house she made tea while Ricky looked at the photos of her grandchildren around the house. There were lots of pictures of me, my brother and cousins when we were tiny, as we were growing up and recently.

"Look at you little fatty!" he laughed at one of the early school pictures of me.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" I laughed and quickly popped into one of the bedrooms where I knew she had a photo of me as a toddler.

"You were so cute!" Ricky laughed when I handed him the photo.

I was about a year old in the photo and was a chubby little thing. My ginger hair was tight curls and clashed with my pink summer dress. I held a football in front of me with pudgy little hands and fat arms.