Chapter 4: Malibu
I open the french windows and let in the Californian breeze. I walk out of the house and watch the waves crashing against each other from the balcony. It's a calm place. A private place. Our place.
I take a deep breath in as the wind is blowing through my dark brown locks. I love this house. And I have to let it go.
I'm going to sell it. Or auction it off. For the foundation. A foundation which raises money to help children who have leukemia - just like I did. It was his wedding present to me. A present which couldn't have come more from his heart.
I turn around and walk into the beach house again. I walk straight into the master bedroom, which is held in a beige tone.
He was right. There it is. On the left nightstand - my side of the bed. The sun is shining on the letter which has my name written on it.
I pick it up and sit down on the comfortable king sized bed, before I carefully open the envelope.
Welcome home is written on the back of a photo. I turn it around and see my husband and my daughter grinning in the camera. It was me who took the picture. It was our first trip as a family. Our first vacation as a family in Malibu. From that year on, we went at least three times in a year to Malibu. It became our second home.
Flashback
"Take a picture of me holding her." Troy demands after he had placed our luggage in the living room. He picks up our sleeping daughter. She doesn't even notice that he has picked her up. Gosh, she's so beautiful with her two months!
I grin, "She's sleeping. You won't even see her beautifull eyes on the picture."
"I don't care! I want a picture with my daughter in our second home." he demands in a tone, I can't resist.
"Okay..." I say, giving in. "But if the flashlight will wake her up, it's your turn to bring her back to sleep!" I hiss before I get out the Nikon camera.
"Okay, fine. Now take the picture!" Troy says, holding our daughter. Her body is resting against his muscular upper body. It's an epic picture.
"Say cheese!" I say before I take the picture. A flashlight appears and as I have predicted, our daughter wakes up right away, screaming like crazy. Guess she hates the spotlight as much as her parents do. She really is our daughter.
"And now was that worth it?!" I hiss at him, as he tries to calm her down.
"At least she's enjoying me so close to her." he hisses at me.
I roll my eyes, "Don't ruin this moment, Troy."
"You ruined it by turning on the flashlight!"
"I did not!" I hiss back, "And you're unable to calm our daughter down."
"Don't critize my-" and then our daughter falls asleep again. "See? I am doing just fine." he says before he walks into the nursery, in which he places her in her bed.
I walk out of the house and watch the waves. I can't believe that only two months ago we were only two. Now, out of the sudden, we're a family. A real family.
His hands around my waist surprise me. I turn around before I take a step away from him.
"Ella, it's been two months..." he says, giving me his best puppy eyes yet.
But I can't. I can't let him touch me. Me in a body I am not feeling comfortable. I knew from the beginning, that after the pregnancy my body would change. But not into this.
As much as I want to be close to him again, I can't. Not even Claude could give me the sexappeal I need. Although we have been working out pretty much every day, I am still not happy with my body. Although my weight is the same as it was before the pregnancy, I am not happy. My body looks fine. My proportions are fine. Of course, my breasts are still huge, but that's the only part of my body which has remained the same after I gave birth. It's not the way my body looks. It's the way I feel. I thought working out, getting fit, would make me feel better. I thought it would give me that amazing feel I had each time I went running. But it doesn't. Nothing does.
"I'm sorry." I say to him again. A word he has heard too many times in the past.
He nodds, "I have my needs as well, Gabriella."
"I know." It's been ages since I let him touch me. No, not ages - two months to be exact. "Soon." I promise him.
"Okay." he says before his eyes focus on the view again.
"It's the perfect house." I answer. "Nice choice, Mr. Bolton."
"Thank you." he says, his body is stiff. "I didn't think it would be that hard."
"Me, too." I say, knowing exactly what he meant. Being parents, being married... being us.
End of Flashback
I put the picture beside me on the bed and open the letter.
It was our first vacation with our daughter. Our first vacation as a family.
I remember the glow in your eyes as we entered this house. A glow, I haven't been seeing for two months. You were a loving and caring mother, but you lost your confidence. You stoped believing in yourself. And I wanted to give it back to you.
And yes I missed the sex with you a little as well.
So close your eyes and think back. Run back in time. Back to this moment which gave you back your confidence. Back to us. Back to me.
Forever yours,
Troy Bolton
I place the letter in front of my heart and lay down on the bed. Then I close my eyes and run back in time - straight to him.
Flashback
"She's finally sleeping." I say and sigh as I walk into the masterbedroom. I'm wearing Victoria's Secret sweatpants and a tank top. I place the babyphone on the shelve next to the door, which I silently close.
He walks out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His bare muscular chest is glitzering with water drops. His hair is toweldry. He looks beyond hot. My husband looks beyond hot. A husband who is not allowed to touch me. Am I a horrible wife?
"She should sleep the whole night through." I announce smiling.
He doesn't return my smile. He just stands there, eyeballing me.
"Don't..." I say as I feel his eyes undressing me again. He slowly walks over to me, not once looking away from my body. I feel the heat rising inside of me as he stands only milimeters away from me. His forehead is pressed lightly against mine. I feel my pulse rising, heating his body up. I feel my desire for him rising deep, deep inside of me.
"Tell me you love me." he demands, his eyes sparkling in a dark blue.
"You know that I do."
"Still... you haven't said it in two months." he says into my eyes before his hands touch my shoulders.
I close my eyes as I feel my body react to his touch. His touch which gives me goosebumps and sets me on fire at the same time. His touch which makes my body go crazy.
"Tell me." he demands.
I open my eyes and stare into his ocean blue eyes. A depth I haven't seen in his eyes yet. It's the first time I see this color in his eyes. The color which demands sex. Hot sex. Hot sex with me. "I love you." I whisper. Seconds later I feel his hands wandering down my back. Slowly, as if he was enjoying touching each centimeter of my body. As if touching my body would be his salvation. I close my eyes again, feeling his hands setting my body more and more on fire.
"Tell me you want me." he whispers into my ear. His hot breath against my skin makes me go crazy.
"I want you." I answer in a whisper tone, feeling more and more aroused with every second passing.
His hands wander down my back and stop before they wander up again. He's enjoying it. He's clearly enjoying touching me. Enjoying my body.
I open my eyes and stare back into his ocean blue eyes. I get lost in them within a milisecond. "Troy..." I beg him to stop. He's torturing me. "I can't."
He stops, "You can." he says before he starts wandering up my arm with his fingercups.
God, he's setting me on fire! How can he make a simple touch feel so erotic?
"Why do you want me to stop?" he asks me carefully, wandering up my left arm with his fingercups.
I open my mouth to protest, but nothing comes out of it.
"Thought so." he says before pulling out the scrunchie from my ponytail. My dark brown locks fall down loosely on my bare shoulders. "You're just filled with selfdoubt. You've lost your confidence when you gave birth to our daughter, didn't you?"
I open my mouth to answer him, but once more nothing comes out of it. He stops torturing me with his fingercups. I sigh, thank god he stoped. "Troy..." I say in a whisper as he places his forehead against mine again.
"You're beautifull, Ella. The most beautifull woman I have ever seen - and as you know, I've already seen a lot of beautifull women." he whispers into my ear. "And I am glad that I am married to the most beautifull woman in the world. A perfect woman." he says before he starts kissing my neck.
I let out a moan. A loud, sensually moan, revealing the effect he has on me right now.
He grins, "I knew it." he says into my eyes, "You're not immune to me."
How could I ever be immune to him? I feel the heat inside of me rising again as his hot breath reaches my right ear, "I love you so much, Gabriella."
He loves me so much, that he has been abstinent for the past months. His lips continue kissing it's way down my neck, rising the heat inside of me.
"Touch me, Gabriella. I need your touch as badly as you need mine." he says to me.
I slowly rise my arms to his upper body, touching his muscular upper body. Gosh, those muscles... He is perfection. Pure perfection. I am married to perfection.
He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, before he stares into my eyes. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
I lick my lips, feeling his warm muscles beneath my fingers. "Kiss me." I say into his eyes.
He smiles, "Finally." he mumbles before his lips find mine, sparking a fire inside of me.
I return his kiss with more passion than both of us could handle. I love the way he kisses me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long. Our hot kisses cause us to fall softly on the bed. We continue kissing eagerly as I feel his hands wandering down my tanktop. For the first time in months, I want him to touch me. There. Everywhere.
I was longing for his touch. His lips. His tongue. Everything from him.
He slowly pulls up the shirt with his hand, while the other is in my hair, while our lips are still touching and our tongues still exploring each other mouth's. Mouth's which haven't been explored in months. Suddenly, this is going all way too slow for me.
We roll over so I am sitting on his lap. With one glamorous gesture I take off the tanktop, revealing my black lace bra.
He grins as he eyeballs my upper body which is already covered in sweat drops. "My hot wife..." he says before I shut him off with a kiss. I lace my fingers with him and pull him into mattress as I start coating his upper body with hot kisses. He starts moaning, giving me exactly what I need to hear from him.
I stop kissing his muscular chest and stare into his glowing eyes for a second. His pupils are widened, coating his turqouise colored eyes in black. This one second of staring, gives him enough time to lift himself and roll us over again, so he is on top.
His kisses are gifts. He kisses with everything he has, with power and passion and hunger and love. He holds nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.
The center of my lust is pulsing as he kisses his way down to my navel, slowly as if he is enjoying every single time his lips touch my skin. I feel his errection against my hips as his hands start gliding down my upper body. Slowly and carefully, as if he was unwrapping an important gift, he slides down my sweatpants but not my thong. I try to catch my breath as I feel his warm, strong hands slowly slide down my thong. Seconds later I feel his lips making it's way down to the center of my pulsing lust.
"I promise you, that you won't forget the first time we have sex after our daughter was born." he promises me before his tongue flatters around my clit, growing my desire for him in vastness.
I moan, letting my body react to the fireworks he is about to create inside of me. And then I hear a loud crying filling the room. "Oh God, no!" I say in a loud voice, letting my head fall into the soft pillow.
He stops immediately. The atmosphere is ruined - even if it's our daugher who is doing it.
"Stay here. I'll take care of her." and with those words he is gone. Faster than I could do or say anything. Faster than anyone else could ever react. Guess an active sex life and a two months old child is not so easy to reconcile.
"Shhh, what's wrong my angel?" I hear him saying through the babyphone. "Ah, that's what made you cry." he says causing our daughter to stop crying within a second. "Now get back to sleep so Daddy can finally screw Mommy after a fucking long time, my angel." he says before he kisses her.
I chuckle. God, I missed my husband and his dirty, direct words. A husband too perfect. A husband who is mine. A husband who wants to screw me. His wife.
"All good." he says, walking back into the bedroom. He is still wearing the towel around his hips while I am laying in all my naked glory on the bed. "She should sleep now and not interrupt us a second time."
"You're ready to finally screw your wife?" I ask him and chuckle.
He leans over me and kisses me softly. I didn't expect a soft kiss. A kiss filled with love instead of passion. "I missed this chuckle. I missed you."
"I know." I say and fondle his cheek, "I missed myself as well." before I kiss him softly again.
End of Flashback
I open my eyes and feel... something. I feel my broken heart beating in my chest. But it is also filled with love. Love for my husband. A husband who has left the world too soon.
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