Paint Me A Love Story Chapter 11
Minho and Georgia stayed in the shower for hours just holding each when they finally dried off, they both realized that they had missed dinner by at least an hour or two. Frowning, Minho studied his watch before looking up and seeing the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Georgia stood in front of him dressing herself in a pink lacey bra and matching underwear making his mouth water with a different kind of hunger. Slowly she looked up after hooking the clasp of her bra behind her back. A smirk tugged at her lips as she sauntered towards him.
Shuck, what he would give if he could take her right then and there. But he did have half the brain in his lusty haze to know that he needed to wait until both he and Thomas could take her together. It was important that that first night as lovers be special and something that they could remember for the rest of their lives. Minho's cock twitched at the thought as his bride sauntered over to him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Like what you see, Min?" She teased as he nodded sharply in response. His eyes drunk in her full curves and toned stomach while thinking of all the things they could do together. A small sigh escaped his lips as he gave her a small smile and took her into his arms. "I love what I see. However, I think we should at least try and wait for Tom seeing as how he's the third party in this marriage." Minho said as she studied him intently. He really wanted to make the commitment and wait for all of them to have their first time together. She thought it was honorable that he would be willing to resist her, even in her current state of undress.
Suddenly they both jumped when they heard the front door opening making them both look at each other in confusion. "Thomas is home already? I thought he was doing Amelia's surgery?" Georgia asked as Minho's expression darkened but he managed to keep a smile firmly on his face for the sake of his young bride. "You stay here, love. I'll go see what's up with old Tommy boy." He quipped and gave her a dazzling smile making sure to reassure her as much as possible before everything went to hell in a hand basket. He watched as confusion flitted over her face and he knew that she knew something was wrong. He grabbed a towel off the hanging rack and handed it to her before throwing on a shirt and heading out of the bathroom without another word. Something must've gone wrong with Amelia because Thomas would never be home this early otherwise. And sure enough as soon as he made his way down the stairs, he saw that the front door was still hanging wide open and the wind and rain that was hailing down on the small town without mercy was blowing through the entrance hallway as Thomas sat drenched still in his scrubs against the far wall with his head in his hands. Minho knew instantly that this wasn't going to be good news. In fact it was going to be horrible news. As soon as he closed the front door, the hallway became dark except for the random flashes of lightening that danced across the sky through the small hallway windows. "Tom. Tommy. What happened?" Minho whispered through the dark as he felt his way over to the table that held the one lone lamp in the hallway. He could only hear hard sobs coming from his boyfriend as he finally managed to click on the lamp so the hallway was once again filled with light revealing a very broken looking Thomas curled in a ball on the other side of the room. Minho quickly ran to him and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and squeezed tightly as he rocked him back and forth. Thomas continued to sob as he let out all the frustration and sadness that had been with him for the past few days.
It was a few moments before either of them spoke and Minho was surprised when Thomas was the first to speak. "Amelia delivered the baby, but died afterwards tonight." He croaked out as his voice shook with sadness making Minho's eyes water heavily. The two boys cried together at the thought of one of their own losing the love of their life and now being left alone to raise a child by themselves. "It's a girl. He named her Grace. In honor of her mother." Thomas sobbed as Minho immediately sobered at the thought. "Where's Gally Thomas?" He asked as automatic authority creeped into his tone. "I left him with Newt and Daniella. They aren't going to leave him alone tonight. I managed to pry him away from Amelia so the baggers could come get her." He sobbed as Minho's broke even more for the normally stoic builder. Gally may be hard to handle most days, but he was still one of their own and he was hurting now more than ever Minho knew and he knew that they needed to come together for the sake of Gally and his new baby daughter.
"I'm going to go get Georgia. She's upstairs and she needs to know what happened. Then I'm going to go sit with Gally and the others. You need to stay here, Thomas. You need rest. And food. I doubt you've had either in the past three days." Minho said gently as he gave Thomas a solemn expression. It was then that a familiar voice came from the stairs. "No need. He's safe here with me." Georgia sobbed as tears soaked her olive colored cheeks. Minho held out his arms to her and she immediately went into them as they all held each other knowing that tonight would change the course of the Glader's history once again. In a way that no one expected or needed. Georgia's heart broke as well for the Gladers that had survived so much only to lose one of their own yet again. She sobbed into Thomas's shoulder as Minho held onto them for a few moments before placing a kiss on either of their cheeks and shakily standing. Georgia wrapped her arms around Thomas tightly and glanced over at Minho who gave them one last look before taking off into the storm to go save the builder that barely had anything left. It seemed like forever since Georgia vaguely registered the front door slamming shut when Minho left. And it seemed even longer until she held an exhausted, now sleeping Thomas in her arms as they lay together on the cold floor next to the front door while the sun slowly began to rise once again. Minho didn't come home that morning and Georgia doubted he would for a long time if at all this entire week. It seemed the days melded together now that tragedy had struck once again.
Georgia felt numb and shuddered in the cold as she watched the sun rise and the early morning light flood the hallway. She had no clue what time it was and she knew she didn't even care as she continued to cradle Thomas's still soaked head in her lap. He had begun shivering as well and she knew that she would eventually have to wake him so he could get warm in a hot shower and finally get into an actual bed just as Minho had told them to do. Figuring that now was better than nothing, she gently shook his shoulders until he gasped and opened his eyes quickly looking around the room in panic before his brown orbs settled on her own. He breathed heavily for a few moments before he wiped at his eyes and shakily removed himself from her embrace. Without a word, he ran up the stairs and a few minutes later she heard the water in the bathroom running letting her know that he knew exactly what he needed to do. As she sat alone in the hallway, in a warm patch of sun she found that her shivering from the cold had ceased only to be replaced with ones that shuddered down her spine at the thought of the grim days ahead of all of them. Wiping at her own eyes, she continued to stare out the small windows at the early morning sun wishing that wherever Amelia was now, she was much better than the ones she left behind.
