Three Months Later
This is going to be the best day of my life. This is going to be the best week, month and year of my life. A new beginning, a new home, and a new dream. Everything in my life is new, and pure and fresh. I can wake up, with a smile, and no fear. I can fall asleep in the arms of a man who I know would never hurt me. Not in a million years. I can finally look at myself in the mirror and smile at the man staring back. I can go through my day without feeling a dark presence creeping behind me because I know without a doubt there is nothing creeping behind me. And if anything were to sneak up behind me, it would only be a silly dog with the attention span of a moth.
I like to believe, now a days anyway, when my gut tells me something, I should probably listen to it and its right. 100% of the time, always right. I don't try to argue with my gut anymore. I know how much trouble it can get me in, to go against it. I even listen to my gut before my heart. Or my head. And that is all so brand new to me. I always go with my head…my brain. But this gut thing…it's working out in my favor. Take right now for example. I was convinced I should stay inside all day. Under a warm soft blanket, with a cup of cocoa, and a pile of romantic movies. But no. My gut told me to walk down to the convenient store a block from home and pick up a few candles and maybe some ice cream. And as luck would have it, as soon as I got down there I come across a box full of black and white kittens. All alone, in the cold, and snow, with only each other. It broke my heart and after asking the store owner if he knew who dropped the cats off and he said no, I took them. After grabbing food and toys of course. And a cat condo and a litter box. And here we are.
I set up the condo after putting some food around them. There were four. One was all black, one was white. And the other two were black and white. I couldn't think of any names at the time because they were are all too cute. And I was trying to figure out how to tell a certain someone that we had four new children running around our house. And another certain someone who walks on all fours was not going to be too thrilled about them at all. And just as I got all four of them snuggled on a bed I bought them, asleep, because they were all tuckered out from their playing and new home, I heard the door open. At first only the pitter patter of the paws of my sweet prince was heard. He was running through the house, searching to find me. And then I heard my name get called followed by the front door being locked. I quickly scooped up the bed of four tiny kittens and hid behind them so he wouldn't see my smirk right away. I walked into the dining room, just as James walked in unzipping his jacket. He was smiling big, but when he saw me, he stopped smiling and put his jacket on the back of a chair. "What the hell is that?"
"A bed full of tiny kittens." I gently set it on the table and walked into him slipping my hands around his waist. I kissed his chin closing my eyes before resting my head on his chest.
"Explain sir." I chuckled and shrugged standing on my tip toes to kiss up along his Adam's apple.
"Well I went down to the little store down the block to get some ice cream…"
"Of course…" I pushed off him quick while still keeping my hand son his hips. He grinned down at me, setting both hands on the sides of my face to pull me back into him. He kissed my lips ever so softly before letting me go, and pulling out the chair closest to him. He sat down softly yawning and scratched at the top of the little black kittens head. He stayed sound asleep but seemed too snuggle deeper into his siblings surrounding him. I smirked and pulled out the chair next to him, sitting down, pulling my legs up to my chest. "You know we can't keep four cats Logan. Not with our small apartment and our big cranky dog." I snorted loudly making him turn to me and he shook his head softly. "Loges we can't keep them."
"We can't or I need to work a little harder to convince you it's going to happen one way or another." He chuckled sitting back setting his hand on my knee squeezing softly. "I'm not going to give them up. Not after finding them abandoned in front of that store in a damp box, in the snow. They're staying. And if you want to argue about it, can we do it after dinner. My tummy is growling." He closed his eyes and put his head back laughing. I smiled up at him and laced one of my hands with his resting on my knee. I raised it slowly and kissed onto his left ring finger just as slowly, leaving my lips on his skin for as long as I could.
"We need to get them fixed and chipped. And you need to think up some names." I squealed loudly jumping out of my chair right on to his lap. He groaned quietly but wrapped both arms around me softly. "I think you know I can't say no to you. You use it to your advantage. You're a punk." I only nodded snuggling into his arms closing my eyes. I discreetly inhaled his musky scent letting it calm and warm me. "So what's for dinner tonight? Chinese? Mexican?"
"Italian?" He laughed softly rubbing his hands up and down my back soothingly. "I know…surprise, surprise. I always want Italian. But it never fails me. I love pasta."
"And breadsticks." I laughed nodding again making him sigh. "Okay…why don't you call in the order while I take a shower." I opened my eyes and pushed off him smirking quite evilly. He frowned squeezing onto my sides softly. "What?"
"Well…" I glanced down at his chest and quickly went to work on unbuttoning his shirt. "Why don't I take a shower with you. Just to make sure you get extra squeaky clean." I looked up into his eyes but not before I saw the smile on his mouth. I was halfway down his chest unbuttoning his shirt when he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. I couldn't help but giggle like a child as one hand rest on my butt and I gripped onto the back of his shirt. "We can't leave the cats out here by themselves."
"You should have thought of that before you volunteered yourself to clean me." I smirked but slipped off his shoulder and out of his arms jumping back from him. He groaned quietly but I shook my head raising a finger at him, shaking it.
"Patience…I'm just going to grab them and their food and set them up on our bed. Go get naked." He chuckled and turned unbuttoning the rest fo his shirt.
"Don't have to tell me twice."
By the time I got them on the bed and surrounded them by their toys and food, the shower was already running. I kissed each one of their heads, put Romeo up on the bed with them, telling him to be nice and stripped myself naked. I stopped in the door way of the master bath and stared at James bare, wet strong back. He had both hands resting on the wall in front of him and his head was down with water running down his back and probably over his face. I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest walking in the bathroom quietly. He seemed tense. He seemed like he had a lot on his mind. It worried me. I never like seeing him upset. Especially after everything we went through. I made it my mission to make him the happiest man alive, every day. All the time. "Baby?" He raised his head slowly and moved the shower head a little so the water wasn't hitting on his face. "You alright?" I carefully stepped in the shower behind him and set a hand on his right shoulder. He glanced back at me eyebrows furrowed and jaw locked in place. "What's wrong?"
"I got a call form Kendall today." I dropped my hand from his shoulder and frowned. He turned ot me completely and swiftly moved us so I was under the water. He grabbed my loofa and poured some of our soap on it clearing his throat. "I guess Carlos wants to write a book." I smiled small while wetting my body and shrugged. "About everything that happened with you, and me and him and Kendall and…Louis." My smile fell quick and my stomach turned about a million times. James moved forward quick and started to rub the loofa all over my body. "He went to visit Louis today in prison to get his consent to use his name. Of course Louis being the greedy asshole that he is, agreed." I closed my eyes slowly and took a deep breath in. "Now…Kendall said they almost got in a fist fight over it because Kendall didn't want Carlos anywhere near him but Carlos went anyway. And to top it all off, they are coming it no town tomorrow so Carlos can ask for our consent." I laughed just once, a tiny laugh and reached out with my hands searching for James's body. When I touched him I moved in close and opened my eyes staring at his tan skin on his neck. "As far as I'm concerned, if Carlos doesn't get oru consent, he can't write shit. So I think I'm going to tell him a big fat no right as I see him." I laughed again and glanced up at his face nodding.
"The last thing I want is for anyone to have to read what we had to go through. SO I'm telling him no as well." He gave a half smirk and kind of…relaxed. He was probably stressed all day about this. Silly man. "And I'm also going to really lay into him about why him and Kendal haven't even asked us about our planning for the wedding. I mean…why haven't they even asked for a date yet?"
"Because they are selfish and only care about their relationship. As hard as that is to hear it's the truth. And no one knows how easy it is to get swept up in a relationship, like me, but were supposed to be best friends and that is just not right. God forbid, if they were getting married we'd have to drop our entire lives just to help them plan." I raised my eyebrows and stared into his dark brown eyes. He sighed tossing my loofa to the small shelf on the wall next to us and shrugged. "It's been bugging me too. I just never wanted to bring it up to you, because you shouldn't have to stress about anything like that." I nodded slowly moving my hands down to his butt and squeezed gently.
"It's pretty shitty they would travel all the way to New York just to ask for our consent to use our names in a horrible book. It actually is infuriating." He kissed my forehead gently setting his hands on my back, pulling me in gently. "But…nothing could make me that upset to want to get pulled away from your wet naked, muscular body." It took me by surprise when he bent slightly and picked me up. He put his hand sunder my thighs and turned us so he could set me against the shower wall. I gasped at the cold tile but got way into his face moving closer to mine. I set my hands on his face and pulled him in quicker. When our lips touched my head got dizzy and felt a sudden burst of lust take over. I skillfully wrapped my legs around his waist pulling his body closer to mine. If I knew us as well as I think I do, I know that this wasn't going to end in the shower. He would wipe all the soap off my body, wet his hair one last time and carry me to the bed. If we were lucky we would make it to the bed. But if not, we'd end up in the hallway. He'd be on top and I would scratch at the carpet under us. It would be perfect. It always is.
After we had sex in the hallway two times, we crawled into bed, putting the kittens at the end with Romeo. We snuggled under the blankets holding onto each other, staring into each other's eyes. My stomach was still growling but because of the sex I was more tired than hungry. And I fell asleep. In the arms of the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with. The love of my life.