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Chapter 7
The Miracle of Life
1800 – Hereford, UK
Elvis was stood in the lounge sifting through their mail. He tossed Georgie's onto an end table as he went. She had promptly reported to the loo upon their arrival home and barely made it through the front door. They had been conversing and laughing all the way home about one thing or the other, Spanner fussed up about the wedding plans, Peters planning to take bets on the baby's gender, and what to do about Jones.
He looked up as she now joined him. "You OK?" He asked. She nodded and her cheeks puffed out as she exhaled. "That was quite a sprint!" He joked, handing over the adverts and envelopes she had received.
"Thank you." She said inspecting the bundle in her hands. "Shit Elvis! I didn't think I'd make it!" She said swiping her hair back.
"Had to go that bad?"
She looked up at him and stopped rifling through the papers. "Almost wee'd my knickers!" She said with a frustrated tone. "You have got to stop with your fuckin humor!"
He did not want to laugh…..but what she said was funny, He tried desperately not to laugh and so busied himself sorting his mail. She glared at him. He looked up. He could feel her eyes on him. "I'm sorry Georgieeee. I wish there was something I could do to help."
She laughed then. She knew he had a shit day and the lighthearted ride home was exactly what they needed. Alot was going on inside of her body. She just needed to get used to the changes.
"Maybe a little less brew?" He offered warily.
She flung her mail onto the sofa and slowly walked towards him. Elvis was not quite sure how to read her at the moment. She reached a hand up and fingered the lapel on his fatigues. He watched her.
"Ya know, it's because of you I have this problem." She said playfully.
"Is 'at right?" He was reading her loud and clear now.
"That's right, so… I'm going to take a nice, warm, relaxing shower, and you're going to prepare us some real, authentic chicken." She said.
"Am I?" He rasped, looking down at her.
"Uh, huh." She nodded, now taking hold of his collar.
"Yeah? ….Well…..I'll tell ya wha' I'm gonna do." His voice rumbled, she was so close to him. Georgie tilted her head to encourage him further. "I'm gonna kiss you." He said breathily as he lowered his head.
"I was hoping you would." She said as their lips met. Elvis ran his fingers through her hair.
"Ya know…the chicken won't take long to prepare."
"No?" She asked, brushing his hair back, eyes twinkling.
"Uh, huh …..and that shower sounds loads more invitin than cookin detail."
"Does it now captain?"
"Affirmative. It definitely does."
Oh they had been toying with each other ever since their boots touched in the mess this afternoon.
"Right. Lucky for you it's an open invitation." She purred. Elvis grinned.
"Does this open invitation mean I'm not goin to the dog house then?"
Georgie's face melted into a beautiful smile. She was absolutely giddy with their banter.
"Roger. You have a mission." She teased.
"Mission? Oh, I'm ready corporal." He said hoarsely.
"I know you are." She said leaning into him and pushing him backward….all the while they kissed their way to peace and relaxation.
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Georgie sleepily opened her eyes that began to focus on the minute glow of light from her bedside clock. She felt so relaxed and warm. The soothing weight that surrounded her, holding her as if in a cocoon, was the loving embrace of her husband. Elvis was sound asleep behind her. She could hear his slumberous breaths. Georgie began to delicately caress his muscled arm, pressing in gently, bringing him in even closer, knowing his arm was wrapped around their tiny baby as well. It was hard to believe that her dream finally came true. She and Elvis were wed and expecting their first child together. For now, right now, Georgie cast aside all worries. She drifted into her memories instead ….earlier when they became passionate and wanted each other….Elvis was preciously concerned.
"You're sure we're good babe?"
"Yes darling….it's fine." She said.
He tenderly placed a hand on her belly. Pressing in, closing his eyes. "I hope you don't mind if I share your mum for bit."
The moment brought tears to her eyes and even now the memory deeply touched her. She loved Elvis all the more. She knew he would fiercely protect her and their unborn child. She was scheduled for her initial sonogram within the week and was looking forward to Elvis being able to accompany her. He was so baffled by the notion of a life growing inside of her that he could not wait to see the tiny one.
