As George and I stepped back into the house, I couldn't help but feel giddy, nuzzling my head into his neck as his arm was wrapped around my shoulders, the two of us drenched from the rain outside.
"You stay here, I'm going to go grab some towels and your clothes, don't want you to get a cold." He spoke with concern at his drenched pregnant wife, a peck placed on my cheek before he began to go grab the towels in a haste.
It was just then when the phone rang, and as I went to pick it up I couldn't help but feel off, I didn't know who it could be out of the blue.
When I picked up, I heard none other than Maureen voice a hello, my stomach dropping into an uncomfortable pit, causing me to cringe and become angry that she had the nerve to call the house.
"Should I put George on the phone or should I just hang up?" I grit my teeth begrudgingly.
"I was actually hoping to catch you," she explained, sucking in a deep breath "look, I'm so, so sorry, but you should know, I was the one to throw myself on George at your house the other night when George was getting me my coat," she paused shakily, evidently seeming as if she was scared and being made to tell me, probably by Ritch, "he didn't even kiss me back, really I'm so sorry, George had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with me before. I just- I know you can't forgive me, but you should forgive George." She rambled, making me feel weirdly better about what had happened.
"Maureen," I sighed, a headache beginning to implant itself in my brain, "Thanks for letting me know, but George and I need more time-" I spoke, just then watching George come back out with an armful of towels and a change of clothes for me.
"I've got to go." I mumbled quickly before hanging up, unable to keep myself from grinning at George's concerned expression as he put the towels down on the table, grabbing one to wrap around me.
"Who was tha'?" George's expression feel into an anxiousness as he noticed the look of tiredness on my face.
"No one," I smiled up at him as he took the towel and wrapped it around me, looking down in my eyes with a kindness that melted me underneath his touch.
I couldn't help feel somewhat relieved by Maureen telling me George really hadn't wanted anything to do with her in that way, so much so that I brought George into a tight embrace impulsively, taking him back slightly.
"I love you." I whispered as I nuzzled my head into his chest, both of us still completely drenched from outside.
"I love you too." George responded warmly, placing a kiss down on the top of my head as he wrapped his arms around me snugly.
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As George and I cuddled up on our couch that night as we watched Coronation Street, a show I usually had to talk George into watching with me, I couldn't help but feel at peace, as if George and I had really gotten past the storm.
"I've been thinking of a name," George began, causing me to raise my head from his chest to look at him properly. I was thrilled at the thought of him thinking about our baby's name.
"Sam." He paused, the origin of where he'd thought of it immediately flooding my mind.
"Like Brian's middle name, Samuel?" I grinned widely seeing him nod his head with a small meek smirk.
"I think it'd be the best way to honour Bri." He nodded seeming proud of his thought.
My expression fell into a look of admiration, bringing my hand to the side of his head and running my thumb over his cheek, looking deeply into his eyes with a grand smile.
"It's perfect." I nodded, in complete awe
He leaned down and pecked my lips, rubbing his hands up and down my back comfortingly.
I laid my head back down on George's chest listening to his heartbeat and can't help feeling I was lucky to hear it considering the events of yesterday.
The phone rang once again snapping the both of us out of the moment, George reaching over the armrest to the extension phone.
"Hello?" George sounded tired, pausing for whoever was at the other end of the line.
I hoped it wasn't Maureen.
"Hello Paul." George grunted obviously holding a grudge over the doctors appointment, making my stomach drop with a terrible feeling.
It was worse.
"Sorry for wha?" George sounded unbelieving if what was said at the other end of the line, gritting his teeth slightly as he paused, "you what?" I could feel his heart skip a beat in his chest causing me to sit upright, watching as his jaw tightened and his brow furrowed into a line.
"No actually she hadn't had the chance to mention it," George replied sarcastically, "right then, piss off." He sounded bitter as he slammed the phone back down onto the set, refusing to look at me, his eyes moving to the ceiling in a deep contemplation.
I knew exactly what Paul had said, and oh how mad I was at him for it. Of course I hadn't told George about what had happened, so why would Paul be so thoughtless as to try and apologize for something he didn't know in the first place.
"The worst part is I'm not even allowed to be angry." He sighed, sitting back with a defeated sigh, running a hand through his hair quickly while gnawing his lower lip anxiously.
"George," I began worriedly
"Tell me it didn't mean anything," he spoke staring off in the opposite direction in a hushed voice, seeming almost begging me rather than scrutinizing me.
The trouble was, I didn't know that I could tell him it didn't.
