A/N I am so sorry I have been MIA these last few weeks but I had hit a writing wall and it has taken me about two weeks to write this chapter. Please review with thoughts :)
It was a few months after Ada and Freddie had gone to London, Ada and I were writing to each other every few days and I was eagerly waiting for my next letter from her. At 5 months pregnant, it was getting harder to fit into my clothes and often opted for looser dresses that skimmed over my growing baby bump. I was still working in the shop, much to Johns annoyance, but had been told to work in Johns office full-time.
I was sat at Johns desk when I first felt it. At first I thought it was my stomach rumbling but when I sat back in the chair and felt it again it was unmistakable. "John!" I shouted, getting up from the chair. I placed a hand on the spot I had felt it and shouted John again. I quickly moved around the desk and opened the door, searching the busy shop for my husband. The movement came again. "John!" I shouted again, annoyed that I couldn't see him.
Arthurs head shot up amongst the crowd. "What're ya shouting about?" he called. "Where's John?" I called back, fighting a laugh about how stupid we must look shouting across the busy room at each other. "He's in with Tom." he told me. I nodded, turning to go next door to Tommy's office. I opened the door without knocking, causing both men to look at me. "Can I borrow John for a second?" I asked, smiling sweetly at Tommy, a hand still on the door handle. Things were still a bit tense with Tommy after the Grace situation. He preferred to pretend that it never happened but I can tell by his eyes that he wasn't the same. "This is more important than your hormones, Eves." Tommy replied, a slight smirk on his face. My smile fell and I narrowed my eyes at Tommy. "I don't want him for that, Thomas." I told him, matter-of-factly. I felt it again.
"Fuck sake." I muttered, going over to John and taking his hand. I gently placed his palm on my swollen stomach where I had felt the movement and waited a moment. Nothing happened. I frowned slightly. John frowned at me. "I might not be able to feel it yet." he told me. The movement came again and by the growing grin on John's face, he had felt it. I grinned down at him as the baby kicked his hand again. Tommy came round the desk, replacing John's hand with his. He smiled when he was kicked. "That boy is going to be a right bruiser." Tommy said, moving his hand. "It's a girl." a voice said from the door. We turned to see Aunt Pol leaning against the door frame, watching us. "A girl?" John asked. "Aye, she'll be a little flower." Polly told us, coming into the room and pressing her hand to my stomach.
A week later and it was my 21st birthday. I had received a letter from Ada a few days ago saying how sorry she was that she couldn't make it but her present would be on it's way. This would be the first birthday I could remember without her. John, Tommy and Arthur were insistent on making this birthday special despite my protests that I didn't want any fuss.
I had woken up to the sunlight streaming through the thin curtains and turned to find the bed empty. The sheets and pillow were cold beside me, telling me John had been up a while. I suddenly heard crashing from downstairs. Listening hard I could hear the familiar tones of John and Arthur, a smaller voice told me Finn was with them. I stretched out fully before getting out of bed and wrapping my dressing gown around me.
I padded downstairs, stopping in the kitchen doorway and watched as none of the brothers noticed me. I smiled as they quietly bickered between themselves, obviously thinking I was still sleeping upstairs. I continued watching them as they argued the best way to cook breakfast and what I would want. John was wearing the gray waistcoat and matching trousers that he wore when we got married, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his cap on his head and a toothpick between his lips. I watched appreciatively as his well fitted trousers showed off his backside as he moved. I let them argue for a few more minutes, daydreaming about what I would do to John in those trousers, before clearing my throat to gain their attention. They all froze before turning to me. "Good morning." I laughed, coming into the room and helping myself to a mug of steaming tea. "You're meant to be in bed." John told me, removing his toothpick, placing a kiss on my lips and returning it to his mouth. "So are you." I mumbled. "We were gonna bring you breakfast." Finn added, hugging my legs and resting an ear on my bump. "Might be safer to let Pol cook." I told them, chuckling. "Happy birthday, Evie." Arthur grinned. I smiled back. "Happy birthday!" Finn beamed up at me.
"All your presents are at home." Finn told me, a slight frown on his face. "Well, I better get dressed then. You better go and tell Pol that I've been promised a birthday breakfast and presents." I laughed. Finn nodded once, a determined look on his face as he span and ran from the kitchen. I smiled, taking a sip of my tea as John wrapped an arm around my waist, smiling down at me and kissing my hair. Arthur looked between us for a moment before leaving, mumbling something about opening the shop. I took another sip of my tea as John wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me round so I was facing him. He brought his lips down to mine, kissing me passionately as he pulled my body into his. "I like your trousers." I told him coyly, looking up at him through my eyelashes once he had released my lips.
John groaned, tightening his arms around me and rested his forehead on mine. "I'm sorry we woke you." he whispered. "I would have prefered to be woken up slightly differently." I admitted, watching his reaction. He looked like he was thinking for a moment before removing his arms from around me and taking my tea from my hand. I watched him with a smile as he took my hand and started pulling me out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. John briefly let go out my hand to put the chain across the door before taking my hand again and leading me up the stairs.
I smiled at my husband as he pulled me into our bedroom, unnecessarily closing the door behind us before giving me his full attention. He kissed my lips before trailing his lips along my jaw and down my neck, his hands undoing the belt on my dressing gown and running his fingers up my arms before gently pushing the gown from my shoulders. I tilted my head up, fighting a moan as I allowed him better access to my neck. I quickly undid his waistcoat and his shirt, leaving them to hang open as I knotted my hands in the front of his shirt. I could feel his warm hands on my waist and back through my thin slip and brought my hand up to the side of his face to make his lips find mine again.
His touches on my bare arms where gentle but firm as he broke the kiss and turned me away from him. John moved all my curls to one side as he kissed down my now bare neck and shoulder. I grabbed his thigh with one hand as my other one came to meet his on my stomach, knotting my fingers with his as he brushed his other hand up my arm. He hooked a finger under my slip strap and gently pulled it down over my shoulder, lightly biting where it once was. I could feel a smile reach his lips as I pushed backwards into him, letting a small moan slip between my lips. I could feel him pressing into my back through his trousers and I reached up behind me to gently massage him, earning a satisfied groan in response.
He lent down, running his hands down my sides until he found the hem of my slip. He pulled it up as I raised my arms to allow him to pull it off me and I turned to face him as he threw it on the bed. "You are so beautiful, Evelyn." He whispered before pressing his lips to mine, knotting a hand in my hair and slowly walking me backward towards the bed. I stopped him from walking, holding my body against his as I pulled off his waistcoat and shirt. I ran my hands down his chest and stomach before pushing his undershirt up, needing his help to pull it over his head due to the height. I placed light kisses along his chest, his hands wrapping around me as I undid the buttons on his trousers. I pushed them down and as he stepped out of them, I bit my lip appreciatively at the sight of him in his underwear watching his muscled stomach and chest flexing as he moved.
"See something you like?" John asked, drawing my eyes back up to his. I shrugged dismissively giving him a playful smile. He narrowed his eyes at me before I reached up and put my arms around his neck, turning us both and pushing him down onto the bed. I got on top of him, straddling his waist as I bent down to kiss his lips. He put a hand on my thigh, a hand going to the back of my head as he held me against him. I ground my hips against his, teasing him through his underwear. He squeezed my thigh before turning us both, laying me on my back while he stood up to take off his underwear. He lowered himself down onto me, pushing himself inside me as I moaned into him. John gradually moved faster inside me, peppering kisses down my neck and along my collarbones.
I felt the orgasm building quickly inside me and a particularly hard bite to the neck sent me over the edge. I spasmed around John as I dug my fingers into his back and let out a loud moan. He watched me for a moment, slowing is movements to give me a chance to catch my breath before capturing my lips with his. The pulsing inside me in time with each thrust and I knew it wouldn't take long for another orgasm to build. "I love you." John whispered, breathless into my ear as his hand went to my thigh, squeezing it and holding it tight to his hip. I moaned his name as he brought me closer to the edge. I could tell he was close as his hand tangled in my curls and the hand on my thigh stayed tight.
His hips sped up and mine rose to meet him with every thrust. I moaned in time with our movements, biting my lip as John groaned into my neck. Then he pushed me over the edge and I orgasmed around him for the second time as he released into me. I cursed as the wind was knocked out of me, my body tingling all over as my released shook me. Johns arms were tense around me and I had a feeling there was going to be a bruise on my leg. I kissed his cheek and ear as we breathed heavily together. John kissed my shoulder once before rolling off me, not wanting to put too much weight on my growing stomach, but instead of laying down next to me he reached over to his bedside table and took something out of the cupboard.
He handed it to me with a smile. It was a photo frame, with a picture of all of us in. Me, Ada, Arthur, Tommy, Freddie, John, Finn and Polly on the train station platform when the men had come home from the war. Freddie was on the end with Polly next to him, then Tommy and Arthur with Ada in front of them. Then John was beside Arthur and I was in front of them. Finn was in front of Ada and I, each of us had a hand on his shoulders. The men looked tired but happy. Freddie and Tommy had been laughing, Arthur was ruffling Adas hair and John wasn't looking at the camera but at me, a smile on his face. The frame was simple but beautiful and I loved it. "Thank you." I whispered to John, leaning in for a kiss which he gladly met me for.