A bit of a combination type chapter...but I am really glad you're enjoying the story...
I felt the backs of my legs press against the walls of our hallway before I had any time to react to the pressure of his body against mine. The wall was cold as it hit my bare skin and sucked icicles to the goosebumps that were now forming across the entirety of my body. His lips came crashing down onto mine in a quick motion as he desperately sought a reaction from me; this was crazy and I knew this action all too well. But as soon as our lips connected and his arm pushed open the bedroom door, I started exploring a new emotion…it was almost an emotion in review however, because this was what it used to be like…
"Derek…" I breathed heavily.
"Mmm…" he murmured as he pressed his lips to mine desperately.
But desperation lived in both of us as we craved more than what our bodies right then were offering.
As the door slammed shut I drew in a quick breath, wondering if the little children had woken…or scarier yet, if Charlie had heard.
With no response I grabbed his cheeks in my hands and pressed my lips to his again as I allowed the pressure of his torso force me down onto the bed in one quick and swift movement.
He fell onto me and I stared up into the lake of blue magic that gazed intently into the emerald city I offered. This was so much more; this was every belief that I held dear being exposed like our bodies as we ripped each other's clothes off.
As I was left in a bra and panties, I stared at him with wide eyes, allowing my self consciousness to surface as I realised that he hadn't seen me naked in so long for this amount of time…particularly in light.
His fingertips traced over my stomach, it reached down to the scar that sat on my hipline – a caesarean scar from when Mia was born…a representation of the last time we were truly happy…
"So beautiful…" he whispered as he pressed his lips to my scar and let them trail along my abdomen. He looked up when he reached my chin and smiled faintly.
"Derek…" I said softly.
"Mmm…"
"I love you…"
"I love you too…"
"Never again…"
"Never again…"
And that night, we made love…
I didn't believe in love making…
But if that isn't what love making is…it was pretty damn close…
And there is nothing in the world better than that…
The next morning I awoke to the sun peeking its way through any crack in the curtains that would allow it; desperately seeking to fall upon the skin of Derek and I as we slept soundly. I rolled over and felt my cheek press against the bare skin of Derek's chest. I lied there for a while, letting my body rise and fall with his breathing, listening to the echo of his heart beat.
Momentarily, he began to stir and awoke brightly to the familiar situation that he missed so much. The situation that was seemingly well overdue, the moments in his life that he so dearly cherished.
"Mmm…" he smiled as he leaned over to kiss me. "Good morning…"
I smiled back.
"Good morning to you too…" I whispered.
"What time is it?"
"Seven thirty…the kids will be awake soon…" I told him.
He nodded.
"I never realised how much I missed waking up with you…" he said softly as his lips pressed to mine tenderly, his stubble gently tickling my skin for an instant, sending shivers down my spine…flares crossing through our eyes like shooting stars in the night sky.
"I know…" was all I could say in a moment that required no words.
I think explanations sometimes can be so wildly overrated, for someone once said that actions speak louder than words. They do for the majority of the time; when words couldn't justify the emotions that were felt, when a sound could ruin the moment that allowed me to simply hear his perfect breathing.
Derek smiled again and held me tightly for a moment before the rattling of our doorknob startled our lingering instance.
"Mom…" came Mia's sleepy voice.
"Hold on honey…" I jumped up and slipped on some clothes before throwing Derek his boxers and t-shirt. I opened the door and saw Mia standing at the threshold with dark eyes. "Good morning darling…" I kissed her gently as I followed her over to the bed where she climbed in with Derek.
"Hey honey," Derek wrapped his arms around her.
"Hi dad…" she said tiredly.
"You're up early…" I commented.
"I know…I couldn't sleep…the play is tonight, remember?"
I nodded knowingly.
"Are you excited?" I asked.
"I am now that you and dad are coming!" Mia replied.
Suddenly, Riley poked his head around the door.
"Hey sweetheart," I smiled.
"Why are you up so early mate?" Derek asked him.
"Couldn't sleep…" Riley groaned.
"Join the club…" Mia chimed in.
I started laughing at the cheeky remark.
Riley wandered over still rubbing his eyes; he climbed under the covers next to me and as I rested my arm around him, he snuggled in. Regardless of his age, he was still my special little boy and frequently came to me for a cuddle. I didn't mind, because I wanted my children to grow up affectionate and warm, away from the cold hearted emotions that came from my childhood.
"You okay honey?" I asked him as my hand brushed his dark curls from his eyes that were more like Derek every day.
He nodded and yawned.
"I'm okay," he replied. "Bit of a sore head…"
"Oh sweetheart…do you want an aspirin?"
Riley scrunched his nose up.
"Ugh no!" he cried.
I chuckled.
"Okay, but let me know if it gets worse…" I told him.
"Okay," he smiled.
"You gotta come to my play Riley!" Mia warned.
I laughed.
"Don't worry babe, we'll all be there!" I told her.
A loud groan surfaced from the hallway as Charlie poked her head in.
"God…does anyone sleep in this house?" she cried. "It's like seven thirty…"
I smiled at her.
"Come and lay in bed with us!" Derek outstretched his arms and Charlie flopped down across our legs.
"It's too early…" she groaned.
"Why don't we make pancakes for breakfast?" I suggested.
"As long as you aren't cooking it!" Charlie shot back.
I chuckled and looked at her.
"And what if I was?"
"Um…we'd all miss Mia's play from food poisoning!" Charlie answered with a laugh.
Mia looked up at Derek desperately.
"Dad! You have to cook!" she cried.
"I will," Derek kissed her forehead and held her tightly. "Well come on, let's start the day superstar!" he lifted Mia up with him when he climbed out of bed and moved to the door.
Mia giggled all the way down to the kitchen.
My family was happy again.
That night we all piled into the Middle School Auditorium for the play, Izzie and George, Derek and I and even Cristina and Bailey came along. Cristina, however was whining about the lacking conventions of what seemed to be an aimless event.
"Oh man…I remember when the kids first put this movie on at home…it was crap! And it is even worse the second time around!" she groaned.
I smiled.
"Wait until you see Jacob and Riley's light show…its really incredible!" Izzie commented.
"Oh quit it Barbie, I know the kids are talented…I just don't understand why their talent doesn't stretch to perfecting a running whip stitch at twelve…" Cristina whined.
I whacked her gently and focused my attention on the stage where Tucker emerged.
"Yay Tuck!" George exclaimed jumping up.
Tucker's eyes lit up as he saw his mom and dad sitting proudly in the front row.
"Ladies and gentlemen, students and guests, welcome to tonight's stage production of High School Musical: The Seattle Story…now sit back, relax and enjoy the show!"
The whole row of us jumped up and cheered as our kids took the stage.
And right here tonight
This could be the start of something new
I looked at Jordin as she sang and back at her proud parents who stared intently at their beautiful daughter who took to the stage like a rock star.
When it was Mia's turn to sing I felt tears come to my eyes as her beautiful voice soared through the auditorium in a way like no other.
We're soaring
Flying
There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach
If we're trying
We're breaking free
I looked over at Cristina who was staring in awe at her nieces on stage; astounded by their talent and excited by the lyrics.
You know the world can see us
In a way that's different than who we are
When the concert ended I looked around at my family who were finally on the mend – my superstar children and what seemed to be becoming a perfect life…
I wanted to write the play even if it was a little bit...i think everyone understands that these lyrics in some way apply to MerDer!
Proud Cristina...oh I love it.
The next chapter will be something quite funny I hope!
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