The Own Goal ✔️

Part 101

Jack holds his finger over my mouth in a 'shush' motion as he cranes his head to hear beyond the bedroom door.
"I can't hear anything" I huff, frustrated.

"I definitely did......think ya should check bab"

"Why me??" I shout whisper at him.

"Cos I've got a ragin' fuckin' hard on bab!" He twitches within me, demonstrating the point.

We both stay still and silent listening.
Fuck it, he's definitely right. Mia's on the landing.
She's been recently using the bathroom at night if she needs it, alone without calling for help, but for some bizarre reason she's decided she prefers using the large family bathroom across the landing rather than her own mermaid themed ensuite.

Fuck. We both wait for the inevitable
3, 2, 1.....
"Mama? Daddy?...."

"Yep, coming baby" I wriggle from underneath him, groaning at the feeling of loss as he leaves my body. "Stay there" I scrabble around for my knickers, thankful my top was only pulled up rather than off.
"Don't you dare fall asleep Grealish!" I warn as I open the door.

When I return he's obviously asleep, of course he fucking is. I lean over to check on Esme in her crib, she's sound asleep too, but I can tell from the position of her little teddy that Jack has resettled her while I was with Mia.

If we are lucky she'll sleep until around five. I snuggle against Jacks warm body. We've been back nearly two weeks, he's had a full medical and for the most part he's fine.
He's still struggling with memory a little, his short term memory often letting him down.
But mostly he's doing ok.
I kiss his shoulder gently and run my hand along his back.
He's definitely deeply asleep.
I turn onto my back, I'm wide awake now, I internally debate waking him, but I can't, he's still sleeping loads, more so since he upped his gym regime again.

I pick up my phone and scroll Instagram, the same old crap from the same people.

Layla's wedding countdown is in full swing, they've got a full week of pre wedding activities planned, pamper sessions, golf days, couples retreats..... We were going, we were going for the whole ten days and taking the girls. Layla had convinced me that their nanny agency was providing crèche facilities and we absolutely had to be there.
The whole thing has turned into a circus and when I heard Jack on the phone to Ben saying he just didn't feel he could cope with it all so soon after accident I felt pure relief.
Layla if course is furious. We are going the day before the wedding and staying two nights, Karen and Kevin will look after both girls. Sian and Chris are doing the same as us. Sian being eight months pregnant providing her the perfect excuse to skip the pole dance and cocktail mixing sessions.

Poor Jasmin and Dele are taking the hit for the team, Jasmin is maid of honour, I'm a bridesmaid, as was Sian before she got dumped from the wedding party for being knocked up.
Mia was going to be a flower girl.
As Dele said none of it is Ben's doing, it's Layla that has made it into a circus, Layla who is doing spreads about it in glossy magazines, Layla who is being the worst bridezilla the world has ever witnessed.
I'm still a bridesmaid, but Mia is no longer a flower girl, even before the accident Jack put his foot down on that as soon as he heard Layla was selling the rights to their wedding pictures.
Jack backed out of being best man last week, he just doesn't want to risk letting Ben down, so Madders has stepped in and Jack along with Dele is an usher.
Layla phoned me, fuming because part of the deal was exclusive pre wedding photos of Jack with Ben, Jack - 'Mr Gucci' being a huge media pull.

I'm glad we're not there. We've never been able to feel we can fully trust Layla, more than once private photos of Jack have been leaked and more than once Layla is has been the prime suspect.
He stirs next to me.
"M'turn ya phone off bab"