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Chapter 17
Four Years Later, Australia
Eleven entered the room, instantly wrapping his arms across her chest and kissing her cheek.
'How are you today?'
'Feeling better.'
'Good.'
'Shouldn't you be teaching some students?' She asked him, pinging the black braces he wore.
'You know how it is. Tiring, effort, uncontrollable. And you taught uni students, not high school students. There's a heavy and very unsophisticated difference between the two. Plus, I want to stay here with my gorgeous wife. There's much better things to do.'
He kissed the side of her neck while his hands followed the curves of her body, and she smiled.
'Is there really?'
In answer, he turned her fully round and kissed her forcefully, holding her hips and pushing her down on their bed.
'Why would you even want to do this again? I'm surprised you're not bored of me yet.'
'I could never get bored of you, you're beautiful.' He muttered against her skin, pressing butterfly kisses from her neck to her chest, surrounding her on all fours. She played with his floppy hair while he slid his braces down and began to undress her.
'Hey, what if Oscar comes in?'
'He won't.'
'Come on, Eleven, you're already late for work. I won't be going anywhere.' She laughed, only slightly pushing him away.
'I'm sorry you're just too attractive.'
'Stop flirting with me, and put you're clothes back on.' She ordered him, straightening him up as he made a reluctant face.
'You always were clingy.'
'Any man would be.'
She shook her head at him, wondering how she could even deserve him. Even after four years he was still capable of surprising her and flattering her completely.
'Ten's invitation came this morning.'
'Oh, lovely, I'm so happy for him and Rose.'
'Yeah,' he said, placing his arms round her neck, 'the wedding takes place in two weeks.'
'Do you have the money?'
'Of course. Twelve will be there with his new girlfriend. Apparently he's thinking of marrying her too.'
She raised her eyebrows, 'really? Twelve?'
'Yeah. Wouldn't have thought he was the marrying type, but he must really love this girl.'
'What about Nine?'
'He said he's travelling at the moment, with Jack, as it happens. He'll make the wedding too.'
'It'll be nice to see everyone. We should invite them over here again for a week or two.'
'Yeah, that's a good idea.'
Her arms were now wrapped round his waist, only partially conscious of the time, which she ignored.
'Where's my boy?' He asked suddenly, and she smiled.
'Watching television.'
Letting go and stepping out the room he greeted a young boy with dark hair and an impish grin identical to his father's.
'G'day, Oscar.'
'G'day, daddy!' He exclaimed in reply, as Eleven scooped him up in his arms. Clara watched them proudly.
'Your Australian accent has never improved.' She told him.
'My cooking has though.'
'Yeah, that's true.'
'I think I should get to school now, then.' He said, kissing Oscar's head and setting him down.
Placing a long kiss to her lips he embraced her again.
'I'll see you later. And get some rest Clara, okay?' He patted her bump gently and she smiled.
'Fine. I love you.'
'Love you too.' He said, kissing her softly once more.
He walked out their apartment, and she could faintly hear the sound of his motorbike rev it's engine. She looked down at the bump concealing her unborn daughter, and a growing smile spread on her face. Everything was so perfect, it amazed her she was even in this position four years later. Clara still remembered the boy she had seen walk into her classroom, and as she stared at her son she couldn't help thinking about that night they had escaped, the night that had changed her life remarkably for the better. She would treasure the day she had met and fell in love with John Smith forever.
