Chelsea…...part 10
Chelsea could not believe this was happening. Why did she have to take off that damn shirt?
Adam just stared at her in disbelief.
She didn't know what to say, and it seemed like an eternity before he spoke.
Adam looked down at her stomach, then back up into her eyes. "Too many...beers?"
She didn't respond.
He shook his head. "No, I didn't think so."
He turned, reached down, and picked up his phone.
He felt the sting of tears.
He cleared his throat. "Is this the reason you and Nick are joined at the hip?"
Chelsea's eyes widen. (He think its Nick's)
Adam checked his emotions, turned, and looked at her. "No comment?"
She shrugged. "I don't know what you want me to say."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"We haven't been on the best of terms."
"You didn't think I'd find out?"
"Eventually."
Adam nodded. "Eventually. You didn't think, I would want to know, my wife is pregnant with my brother's baby?"
Chelsea would never say those words, but she was not going to correct him either. She knew eventually she'd have to, but he deserved to squirm, at least for a little while. Especially, after the way he treated her.
Adam continued. "Were you ever going to tell me?"
Chelsea sighed. "Adam, I am not pregnant with Nick's child."
"I know."
Her eyes widen. "You know? Well, why are you asking me stupid questions?" She held up her hand. "Because you're Adam. I don't know why I keep forgetting that."
"I just wanted to see if you'd try and pass it off as his baby."
"I wouldn't do that."
"You couldn't do that, because I know you haven't slept with Nick. I'm not saying you don't want to, I just know you have not."
She rolled her eyes. "There's already one adulterer in this marriage, don't you think that's enough?"
"I haven't been with anyone else."
"You expect me to believe that? Are you forgetting your dinner date with bimbo Barbie?"
"That was for your benefit. I kicked her out, as soon as you reached the top of those stairs."
Chelsea frowned. "Why would you do something like that?"
"Why would you kiss Nick? Why would you continue to see Nick? Why did the chicken cross the road?"
She didn't respond.
He stared at her for a moment, and his eyes fell back on her stomach.
He walked towards her, stopping just short.
She stepped back. "Don't touch me."
He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Don't deprive me of what is my right."
"Adam, what would you like me to do? Pretend as if nothing happened? Let you rub my feet? Kiss my stomach?"
"It's a start."
She buried her face into her hands. "Oh my God!" She looked up at him. "You're blackmailing me Adam, or have you forgotten?"
"No, I have not forgotten. Do you understand why I'm blackmailing you?"
"Control."
"I'll do whatever I have to do, to keep us together."
"We are not together! We are far from it!"
"I just think we deserve a second chance."
"I think we are on our sixth. And why do you want to try now? You were telling me not too long ago, that you were going to do whatever you wanted to do."
He looked down. "I was angry with you."
"I've been angry with you, but I haven't tried to get back at you."
"Chelsea, I would never do anything to hurt you."
"Maybe not physically, but you have crushed me emotionally. Those kinds of scars, take longer to heal."
"I'm sorry."
She rolled her eyes. "You're not sorry, Adam."
"Yes, I am."
She looked into his eyes. "Are you done blackmailing me?"
"I don't want you to leave."
"You didn't answer my question. Are you done blackmailing me?"
He looked down, then back up at her. "If it will make life easier for you."
"It would."
"Ok."
"Just like that?"
He nodded. "Just like that."
"So, I'm free to go?"
"You are, but I don't want you to."
She took a deep breath and blew it out. "What did I ever do to you, besides love you?"
*silence*
Chelsea ran her fingers through her hair, and continued. "I would think you of all people would appreciate love."
"I do."
"You did not. You do not. You lied to me, over and over again, and you keep hurting me."
"I'm sorry."
She glared at him. "No...you're...not. You'd do it again, if I ever did something you didn't like. It's just who you are. I've learned that, over the past few months. You're not the man I married. I guess this is the real you."
"I am the man you married. I may have done some things I'm not proud of, but I still love you, Chels."
She looked away. "You say that so easily."
"It's the truth."
"When we were first married, I knew you loved me. I felt it. You showed me." She looked over at him. "I don't feel it anymore."
"Give me an opportunity to fix things."
"Why?"
"Because you love me."
She didn't respond.
Adam continued. "So, who else knows you're pregnant? Chloe?"
She shook her head. "No, she doesn't know."
"What about your best friend, Nick?"
At that moment the lights blinked, and then they went off.
Chelsea looked around, but Adam seemed oblivious to the dark.
"Chelsea, answer me. Does Nick know?"
"Adam, the lights just went off. Do you not care?!"
Adam shrugged. "Nothing I can do about it. Answer me."
"You could light some candles!"
"After you answer me."
"I don't feel like arguing with you."
He threw his hands up. "Just tell me! Does Nick know?"
Chelsea whispered. "Yes, he knows."
He closed his eyes and sighed. "You told Nick, but you couldn't tell me?"
"He found out by total accident. I dropped the ultrasound picture, and he picked it up."
"Has he...touched...your stomach?"
"No."
"Are you lying to me?"
"No Adam, I'm not lying."
She walked passed him.
His eyes followed her. "Where are you going?"
"I'm not having this conversation in the dark." She grabbed a cigarette lighter and started lighting candles. "And I need another shirt, I'm going upstairs."
"I'll go with you."
She turned. "No, I know the way."
"I'm coming with you."
She shook her head. "Whatever."
They head upstairs...
Chelsea went into the closet, and grabbed a shirt.
She slid it on.
Adam looked around. "You should sleep in my room tonight. It has the gas fireplace, so the room will be a lot warmer than this one."
"Ok."
Adam was surprised, she didn't put up a fight. "No, fighting?"
"I don't really feel like fighting, and I don't want to get sick either."
Adam nodded. "I would love to see that ultrasound picture."
She walked over to the bed, opened her purse, and pulled it out. "Here is the most recent one."
She handed it to him.
Adam looked down at it. "Do you know what we're having?"
"No, I wanted it to be a surprise."
He questioned her. "May I keep it?"
"You're asking?"
"I'm asking."
"That's rather polite of you, and you can keep it, if you'd like."
"Thanks."
She nodded. "Well, I'm kinda hungry. So, I'm going to head back downstairs, to get something eat."
"I'll go with you."
"Are you my new shadow?"
He didn't respond.
His eyes moved down her body, resting briefly on her stomach, then back up to her face. "I'm glad we have a gas stove."
She looked away. "Yeah, me too." She picked up the candle, and headed out of the room, with him following...
They are sitting at the kitchen table eating sandwiches. Sandwiches made by Adam.
Chelsea picked up her sandwich and looked at it. "I get a sandwich, but you cooked your bimbo a three course meal."
"I picked that three course meal up from the Athletic club, and for the record, she is not my anything."
"She was your everything that night."
"I told you, I only did it to get a rise out of you."
"Who was she?"
Adam shrugged. "A hooker, I guess."
"You paid her?"
He nodded.
She threw a chip at him. "And you brought her into our home?"
Adam picked the chip up off the table, and ate it. "Oh, it is our home now?"
She rephrased the question. "You brought her here?"
"I was angry. I saw you with Nick...earlier that day...at the Athletic club. Why do you insist on seeing him, when you know I don't like it?"
"Why do you insist on seeing Sharon? I don't like that."
Adam ate a handful of chips. "There is nothing going on between us."
"There is nothing going on between me and Nick either."
"Nick, wants you. I know it, and I'm sure you know it too."
Chelsea looked down into her plate. "I don't know anything, and I don't really want to talk about it anymore."
Adam didn't want to upset her, so he just let it go. "Fine with me."
They ate the rest of their meal in silence...
It's later, and they are upstairs in the master bedroom.
Adam is sitting in one of the chairs, nursing a glass of brandy.
Chelsea is looking out of the window.
The snow was still falling, and she couldn't see the roads or anything else anymore.
Everything was covered in white.
"How long were you going to wait before telling me?"
Chelsea shrugged. "I don't know. I guess until I couldn't hide it anymore."
"Why hide it at all?"
She turned and looked at him. "Adam, things were...are terrible between us. Why would I be in a rush to tell you anything?"
"When did you find out?"
"Around the time you decided to blackmail me. The night I came here, and saw you with Sharon, is the day I found out. I actually came here to tell you."
"And seeing me with Sharon stopped you?"
"What do you think?"
He leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.
She sighed. "Well, I'm tired, and I really should get ready for bed."
"You can use one of my shirts."
"Ok."
He sat up. "I didn't think you would actually say yes."
"It's just a shirt Adam, and it is dark."
He stood up and went into the closet.
He returned with t-shirt in hand.
He handed it to her.
"Thanks. I'm just going to take a shower first."
He nodded.
She picked up a candle, went into the bathroom, and closed the door.
As soon as the door closed, Adam grabbed a candle, and headed down the hall to her room.
He returned minutes later with some of her toiletries in hand.
He also grabbed one of her shirts and a pair of her underwear.
He walked into his room, and headed straight into the bathroom.
He placed her things on the counter, and was just about to leave, when something caught his eye.
He could see the outline of Chelsea's body, through the glass doors of the shower, and her expanding stomach was on full display.
She didn't see him.
She was standing up under the water, with her eyes closed.
He wanted desperately to touch her, but he promised himself, that the next time they made love, it would because she came to him.
Chelsea heard the door close. She opened her eyes, but she didn't see anyone.
She noticed that some of her things were on the counter.
She reached down and rubbed her stomach.
She wished more than anything, that they could go through this together, but it was just simply not meant to be...
Chelsea walked out of the bathroom, and spotted Adam standing by the window.
She noticed his hair was wet. "Your hair is wet.
He turned and looked at her. He noticed she was wearing his shirt, and not hers. He didn't know what that meant, or if it meant anything.
He decided not to read too much into it. "I used your shower."
"Oh, I thought maybe you decided, to take a bath in brandy." She picked up the bottle, looked at it, and sat it back down. "You've been drinking a lot lately."
He smiled. "It soothes the soul."
"It kills the liver."
"Well, if I die, you'll be a very wealthy woman."
She grinned. "Drink up."
He laughed and raised his glass.
*silence*
"Adam, why did you come back? I didn't expect you, for at least another week."
He took a sip of brandy. "I heard there was going to be a blizzard, and I didn't think it was a good idea, for you to stay out here all alone. So, here I am."
"You actually cared?"
"I more than care, and you know it Chelsea."
"Are you happy I'm pregnant?"
Adam looked over at her. "Where did that come from?"
"I just want to know."
"Why?"
Chelsea threw her hand up. "Never mind, just forget it. I don't even...know why I asked that question."
"I'm ecstatic, Chelsea."
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"No, I'm really happy." He downed the rest of his drink.
"No, you're not."
"I am, Chelsea."
"I'm having trouble believing that. I saw shock on your face, but never happiness."
"One minute you're telling me not to touch you, and the next you're telling me I'm not happy enough."
She looked down. "I guess you have a point."
*silence*
Adam looked out of the window. "I was in disbelief when I first saw you. I knew it was mine...right away, I could feel it. I had to turn away, and get my emotions under control, because I desperately wanted to rush over, scoop you up, and kiss you all over." He looked briefly at her. "I still have that urge."
*silence*
"Adam, I really wish things were different."
"Chelsea, it can be. There is still a lot of love between us."
"A lot of hurt too."
"Yes, but we can get passed it all."
"Adam, you brought a hooker into our home, just to hurt me."
"I'm sorry."
"No, you're not. If someone does something you don't like, you act out. You did it with Sharon, when you sent her to jail, and now you're doing it with me."
Adam sat his glass down on the window seal. "Why are you bringing up my past?"
"Because it's your present. You are still doing the same exact things. I don't know what you are going to do next."
"I would never send you to jail. I can't stand being apart from you. It was hard enough, when you moved out."
"What else have you done, to get back at me? Do I even want to know?"
Adam looked briefly at her, then back out the window.
His silence told her all she needed to know.
"I guess, I don't want to know. I'm going to bed."
She walked around the huge bed, and climbed in.
She reached down and rubbed her stomach.
Adam turned and his eyes fell on her.
"The baby is moving?"
She nodded. "But...you wouldn't be able to feel it, not yet."
He nodded.
He moved away from the window, and preceded to blow out all the candles.
After finishing, he walked to the other side of the bed, and got in.
The bed was bigger than a standard king sized bed. So, there was no danger in them touching, unless they absolutely wanted to.
"How long do you think we'll be stuck here?"
Adam looked over at her. "I don't know, another day or two."
Chelsea sighed and sat up. "Adam, I want you to take part in this pregnancy with me. I mean...if you would like to?"
"Of course I would like to."
"And if you would like to touch my stomach...you can. It's your baby too."
"But it's your stomach."
"I realize that, but I don't want to be selfish. Not like this, and it wouldn't solve anything. I just don't want to use our unborn child in that way."
Chelsea moved closer. She reached over and grabbed his hand, placing it on her stomach. "It's ok."
His eyes lit up. "It feels...fragile."
She smiled. "It kinda is, there is baby in there."
He smiled. "I guess you're right." He sat up, faced her, and placed his other hand on her growing belly. "Wow. Any morning sickness?"
"In the beginning."
"What is your Doctor's name?"
"I'm using the same Doctor."
That surprised him. "Dr. Carlise?"
"Yes."
"And everything is fine?"
She nodded. "So far so good."
"I would like to go to your next doctor's appointment. That's if...you don't mind."
"Ok."
He smiled. "No fighting?"
"I don't want to fight with you, Adam. I really mean that."
"And I don't want to fight with you."
She smiled. "Have you had your feel?"
"Not exactly." He rubbed her stomach one last time, and held his hands up. "Ok, I'm done."
She grinned and made her way back over to her side of the bed.
"Goodnight, Adam."
"Goodnight..."
Part 2
It's the next morning, and Chelsea is just waking up.
She opened her eyes, and found herself, looking right into Adam's sleeping face.
He must have drifted over to her side of the bed, sometime during the night.
She knew she should look away, but it had been a long time since she looked at him. Really looked at him.
He looked so peaceful, and without thinking, she reached over, and touched his hair.
She had not touched him, since the night they made love.
Her fingers felt at home, and there was actually a time, when they served as his alarm clock.
She pulled away.
Times were different now.
She got out of bed, walked over to the window, and looked out.
She could not believe her eyes. The snow was so high. "Wow."
*phone rings*
She turned and looked at Adam.
He didn't budge.
She walked over and answered it.
"Hello."
She heard Nick's voice.
"My God, Chelsea, I've been trying to reach you!"
"I'm sorry...I...left my cell phone downstairs."
"I had to get in touch with Chloe, to get this number!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."
"I'm just glad you're ok."
"I am. I'm fine."
"Do you have electricity?"
"No, it went out last night?"
"Chelsea, you're in that huge house, all alone, with no electricity?!"
"No...Adam is here."
"Adam?"
"Yes, he got in yesterday."
Nick sighed. "Well, at least you're not alone. Is there anything you need?"
"What are you going to do? Trek through the snow, and bring it to me?"
Nick laughed. "I just might."
"That would not be a good idea, and plus you would probably freeze to death."
"I doubt it, just thinking about you will keep me warm."
She grinned. "Is that right?"
"Yes, it is."
She looked over her shoulder at Adam.
His eyes were still closed.
She turned back around. "How is everything with you?"
"No electricity, but we're fine."
"Glad to hear that. Well...thanks for calling."
"Rushing me off the phone? Adam must be close?"
"Yes."
"Well, I guess this is the perfect time to ask you a question."
"What?"
"How did you feel when I told you I loved you?"
Her eyes widen. "Wh-at?"
Nick laughed. "I'm just kidding. I'll save that question for another time, preferably when we are face to face. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Well, I'm happy you're ok, and I guess I'll talk to you later?"
"Um...ok."
"Ok." He laughed. "Take care, Chelsea."
She smiled. "You too."
As soon as she placed the phone on the receiver, she heard Adam.
"Nick?"
She turned. "Yeah...he just wanted...to make sure I was ok."
Adam threw up his hand. "It's fine, Chelsea. I was just asking."
She still felt the need to explain. "Adam, he thought...I was here...all alone."
"It's ok, Chelsea." He looked away. "It's ok." He sat up. "So, what would you like for breakfast?"
"Are you cooking?"
He smiled. "I am. The food should be fine, the electricity hasn't been off for that long." He threw back the covers. "So, what would you like?"
She grinned. "Surprise me, and I am going to need, more candles than that hooker."
He laughed, then jumped out of bed, and went into the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later he reappeared. "I'll be back."
Chelsea questioned him. "Would you like some company?"
He smiled. "Are you my new shadow?"
She grinned. "Ok, I guess I deserved that."
He shook his head. "But seriously, no. It's cold down there. Stay here, keep warm. I'll bring it up to you."
She nodded. "Ok."
He left...
Chelsea was sitting in the middle of the bed sketching, when Adam returned.
She tossed her pad. "You're back, and I'm starving!"
He handed her a plate.
She smiled. "Thanks."
He sat his plate down and left.
He returned with a couple of bottled waters, and also quite a few candles.
Chelsea laughed.
Adam began distributing the candles throughout the room, and lighting each one. "You wanted more candles than that hooker? I am giving you more candles than that hooker."
"You are nuts, Adam Newman! Sit down. Eat."
He grabbed his plate, and sat down in one of the chairs. "How is everything going with the fashion business? I haven't received an update, since you thought Genevieve was your investor."
She looked up. "That was on purpose, but would you really like to know?"
"I really would like to know. You haven't told me anything."
"Well, I haven't been able to catch you in between hookers, and bipolar ex lovers."
Adam chuckled. "Ooooh. Ok, I guess I deserved that."
"And a lot more." She winked. "But everything is going well. Fenmore's decided to carry a couple more of my pieces."
"Really?"
"Yes, we couldn't believe it at first, but I guess they really like my designs."
"I'm proud of you, Chels." He extended his arm. "Blow it out!"
She giggled. "Yeah...blow it out."
Adam opened his bottled water, and drunk some. "There was a time when our fists would touch, hopefully we'll get back there...one day."
Chelsea looked down into her plate.
Adam continued. "How did you and Chloe choose the name?"
That question confused her. "The name?"
"Yeah, of the business?"
"Oh...that."
*silence*
"So, how did you choose it? Is it a secret?"
She sighed. "No, it's not a secret."
"Well, how did you come up with it?"
"It's what I named...our last baby."
Adam stopped eating.
That caught him off guard. He did not expect that answer.
Chelsea continued. "I saw it in a name book, after we lost the baby, and it stuck."
"You never mentioned it."
"You were never around."
"I'm sorry."
Chelsea shrugged. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"No, I think we should."
"I don't want to, Adam." She looked down. "It's too painful."
Adam sighed. "Chelsea, we need to talk about it, and there is no better time like the present."
*silence*
He was just about to give up, when he heard her speak.
"I don't want to talk about it, because you have no idea how badly you hurt me. We had just lost our baby, and you were nowhere to be found. I was devastated. I cannot believe you actually thought...taking care of Sharon, was more important. I will never...ever forgive you for that."
"Chels-"
Chelsea interrupted. "There is really nothing you can say. Nothing, just leave it alone."
"No, there isn't anything I can say, I was wrong. I admit it. I didn't know how to help you. I didn't know how to ease the pain. I honestly thought my past sins, caused us to lose the baby. Those past sins, included Sharon. I don't love her, Chelsea. I love you."
"So, you keep saying."
"I do, Baby." He stood up and sat his plate down in the chair. "I don't love you a little." He extended his arms. "I love you this much. Nothing's changed."
He walked over to the bed, removed her plate, and sat it down on the nightstand.
He sat down in front of her. "I've made some horrible mistakes. Horrible. I miss you, Chels. So very much. I'll do whatever I have to...whatever, just to have a shot at loving you again. I need you, Baby. I miss you. Everything I love and need is right here."
She looked into his eyes. "I don't know, Adam."
"You said...that you still loved me?"
She didn't respond.
"Do you love me this much?" He brought his hands together. "Or this much?" He extended his arms.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
He reached over and wiped them away.
His hand moved down to her stomach.
He leaned over and kissed her.
She pulled away. "I'm so angry with you."
"I know, and I deserve it, but I still love you."
"Maybe, love just isn't enough."
"It is, it use to be."
He kissed her again, and this time she didn't pull away.
Her fingers made their way up the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss.
All of a sudden he broke the kiss, and planted individual ones all over her face.
He moved down to her neck, while at the same time, coaxing her to lie back.
She closed her eyes, as she felt his tongue sweeping up against her neck.
"Adam?"
"Hmmm?"
She opened her eyes. "I...don't...think...this is a good idea."
He raised his head. "Why not? What's the alternative? Cards?"
"Not having sex?"
"I don't want to have sex."
"What are you doing?"
He leaned in and kissed her lips. "Kissing you."
"Oh, is that all?"
He smiled. "Are you disappointed?"
"No, of course not."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not Adam. I meant it when I said, I'm still angry with you."
"At some point, you are going to have to decide, whether we are going to move on...or not."
"I did move on, and out, when I left you. I only came back, because you blackmailed me."
"Chelsea, I would have never taken your funding."
"How was I suppose to know that? And why would you want to bring unnecessary stress into my life?"
"I just wanted you back here with me, but if I would have known about the baby, I would have never taken it that far. Chelsea, I have to ask you something?"
"What?"
"You knew about the guy I hired, to burn down those buildings, why didn't you use that against me?"
"I would never send you to jail, Adam. No matter how angry I am with you."
She reached down and rubbed her stomach.
He placed his hand over hers. "Let's try again."
"Why, because of the baby?"
"Yes, and because I love you. Let's just forget everything, and start over."
"I wish it were that simple. You hurt me, Adam. I just can't forget that."
"We've hurt each other. Don't you want us again?"
"No, I haven't lately, and you've made it very easy for me to feel that way."
"Are you going to move out?"
"I don't know, Adam."
"I hope not."
He sat up and moved down her body.
He pulled one of her legs up.
"Adam, I don't have any shorts on."
"I've seen everything once or twice, I could probably pick it out of a lineup, if I had too. But I won't look, I promise." He held up his thumb. "Pinky swear."
He started rubbing her feet, one at a time.
He looked down at her. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes, but it feels so good."
"All the more reason to continue."
Adam continued.
After finishing, he pulled her feet up to his mouth, and kissed them.
"What are you doing?"
"Kissing you. I've missed these feet."
She grinned. "You are psycho."
"I thought you knew." He made his way up her legs, kissing everything in his path.
He moved up to her stomach, and pushed her shirt up to just below her breasts.
He rubbed her stomach, and planted a single kiss on it. "I can't wait to see what our love looks like. Boy or girl, it doesn't matter." He kissed her stomach one last time, then reached up, and pulled her shirt down.
He exited the bed, walked over, and looked out of the window.
"We might just be stuck here for another day?"
She sat up. "It hasn't melted...at all?"
He shook his head. "Nope." He turned and looked at her. "I'm going to take a bath, I'm a little stiff from the plane ride. You are welcome to join me."
Her eyes widen. "Adam-"
He held up his hand. "I was just kidding, Chelsea. Just kidding. Don't shoot." He sighed. "I think I have a small radio, and if I'm not mistaken, it has batteries in it."
He went into the closet, and returned minutes later, carrying a small boom box.
He held it up. "Found it."
He looked at her for a moment, then turned, and went into the bathroom...
After filling the tub and undressing, he turned on the radio. Roberta Flack's, "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face," was playing.
He got in, leaned back, and closed his eyes...
The door to the bathroom stood open.
Chelsea stared at it. (Why was she contemplating on going in? What was wrong with her?)
He put her through so much over the last few months. Between Sharon, the blackmail, and bringing a hooker into their home, it honestly made her question their whole relationship, and if he ever really loved her.
She thought back to the day she first laid eyes on him. It was not love at first sight. It was far from it.
They were both going through their own individual issues, and they just needed a friend.
They were not looking to fall in love, it just happened.
It was like a fairytale. The only thing was missing was the horse.
She smiled.
The first time I ever saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars
Were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies
Chelsea thought back to their wedding day. It. Was. Perfect.
It was just the two of them. Their vows...playful, romantic, and honest. That was one of the most important days of her life. The first...the day she gave birth to Johnny. The night he proposed…a close second. It was important, because that was the day he told her, for the very first time…he loved her.
It was surreal.
Chelsea stood up. (Damn it, Chelsea. After everything he's done, you cannot consider going back to him. Why would you ever want to?)
She sighed. She knew why. She had never loved anyone like she loved him...
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hands
Like the trembling heart
of a captive bird
That was then at my command
My love
Adam knew he had really messed up this time. He ruined the best thing that ever happened to him. Hell, he didn't even know how she even ended up with him. It's not like he deserved her.
He ran his fingers through his hair. (But she said she still loved him, and maybe she did, but she was obviously not in love with him anymore. He would just have to accept it. After all, he only had himself to blame)
Adam felt the water move, he opened his eyes. "Chelsea?"
"This tub is huge, might as well kill two birds with one stone...or one bar of soap."
She sat down on the other side of the tub.
Adam stared into her eyes. He didn't know what to say, or if he should say anything at all.
He had to say something. "You wash my back and I'll wash yours?"
She nodded. "Ok."
His eyes widen. "What does this mean, Chelsea?"
"We'll have clean backs?"
Adam smiled. "Funny." The smile left his face. "Does this mean...what I think it means?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"What made you come to this conclusion?"
She smiled. "You rubbed my feet, and kissed my stomach, and...I think you are right...it is a start."
"What happens when the snow melts, and it's no longer just us?"
"It should always be just us." Tears filled her eyes. "Adam, in spite of everything you've done, and you have done a lot. I am still in love with you. I-"
Adam interrupted. "Don't say another word."
He moved to the middle of the tub, reached over, and pulled her over to him...
Her legs are wrapped around his waist.
He planted a single kiss on her lips.
"That's all I needed to hear. I honestly thought for a minute, you were not in love with me anymore."
"Were you planning on blackmailing me into loving you? I know how much you love control and power."
Adam laughed. "No. Chelsea, you are getting soft."
"Am I?"
"Yes, because you have all the power and the control, because I love you so much."
"I love you too, with all of my heart, and I'm not saying you deserve me, because you don't."
He caressed her cheek. "I realize that."
She continued. "But I love you, I do. I can't help myself. Just...don't ever hurt me again."
"I won't." He held up his pinky finger. "Pinky swear." He kissed the palms of her hands. "Baby, I've missed you."
He kissed her collar bone, and trailed kisses up to her neck.
He whispered in her ear. "My Baby is having a baby. My baby. Our baby."
She ran her fingers through his hair, and pulled him up into a passionate kiss. Their tongues start a lovely war.
He held her as tightly as her body would allow.
She broke the kiss and whispered. "Make love to me."
"On one condition."
She cocked her head to the side. "Condition? Really Adam?"
"Yep, only if I can spend the rest of the day making love to you."
She smiled. "On one condition."
He grinned. "Ok, let me hear it. Give it to me."
"Even if I beg you to stop...don't."
He nodded. "I wouldn't dream of it."
She leaned over and kissed him, while at the same time reaching under water, and joining them.
She moaned into his mouth.
He placed his hands on her hips and pushed up and into her, causing her to fill the bathroom with her love cries.
She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him, as they moved in unison...
The first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time
My love
To be continued….
*The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face-lyrics by Ewan MacColl*