Fifty One Days

Chapter 52 'Rewind'.

Chapter 52. Hope you're all safe and well. Longest chapter so far. Hope you all enjoy. I forget sometimes just how much work goes into writing these chapters so I applaud each and everyone one of you for all your hard work. Keep writing and reading guys. 📖❤

Let’s rewind back shall we? I imagine you’re all quite confused how we got here.

Milo's POV.

She’s back. She’s back in my life and back in my bed. I couldn’t be happier. I perch myself on the edge of the bed watching her perfect creamy skin fall and rise with her slow breathing. I reach to push her hair from her face. She really is beautiful, her soft cheeks, slightly pink. It turns me on to know I made her cheeks flush like that. My phone vibrates on the floor. A text. From Jay. Her Jay.

I can’t stand the fact she has a Jay. I just want her to be mine. I know she loves him but she would be so much happier with me. I need her to know that and I need her to tell me she’s all mine. I know he’s got a good job, better than mine, but then she gave him the fucking job. We’re two completely different people. She couldn’t have chosen a more opposite person to move on with.

I check the text.

‘We need to talk'.

What the fuck does he want to talk to me about? Probably asking me to stay away from her. He’s not so innocent as she makes out. When she came back here, the day she nearly kissed me in the car, he was here at this house. He knew full well who I was, we'd spoken before when I nearly killed that dick Kyle.

But looking at her now, I don’t care if he was pleasant and polite to me. I don’t care that he’s looked after her for the last two years. I only care where she is now.

I crawl back in next to her. I breath in her smell. She still uses the same perfume as before. I hate the fact she left me. I hate the fact she has changed everything about herself that made her amazing. She came back in a fucking dress. I’m not saying she didn’t look good but a dress, in the day. I would say she wore it for the party but she didn’t know Steph was throwing her the stupid party.

My heart nearly broke when I found her playing with Loweri. She should have been here to help me raise her. I could imagine her barefoot in her ripped jean’s running round the garden with Loweri in the Summer. Taking her swimming, on holiday. Ali would look amazing in a bikini, wrapping Loweri in a big white towel after too much time in the sea.

She should have had that life with me but as per usual, I fucked up. I should have never let her leave.

Fuck, I should have never done anything to make her leave.
She shifts in her sleep, taking a deep breath, she is wearing my Tshirt only, hair messy, sprawled out over the pillow. I wish she could stay here forever. Maybe she will this time, if I don’t fuck it up again.

I fall into a deep sleep next to her. She wakes me by pushing me. I must have rolled on top of her slightly. She’s only small, I’m probably crushing her.

“Milo. Jay is ringing you".

What? “What?”.

“Why the fuck is Jay ringing you. Please tell me it’s a different Jay”. She looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes. There glistening. She’s on the brink of tears. Fuck! Why is he fucking ringing me? What is his problem?

“Urm yeah. It’s a different Jay” I answer. She knows I’m lying. I grab my phone off her, probably a little too hard and pull my boxers on from the floor. The phone stops ringing for a second before starting up again.