Learning To Fly

Jaime's Last Night On Kauai

Something was going on; I wasn’t stupid these asshole friends around me were up to something.

Firstly, a much perkier Sarah and Jack had dropped by this afternoon and stolen my son for the evening, don’t remember the last time that happened. They had strolled on into my house, picked up his overnight bits and just taken him, I was taken aback by how willing he was to leave too. I didn't go and grab him back because before Marshall's arrival back in my life this had been the norm and I was happy to be leaving here with things finally on there way back to normal for my friends and I. They had locked themselves away for a couple of days and seem to have emerged from that stronger than ever.

It was my last full day and night on the Island before we left late tomorrow afternoon, I had hoped to spend it with those I loved but they all seemed to have plans that didn’t include me.
Marshall had disappeared earlier in the afternoon, at least four hours ago, giving me strict instructions that I wasn’t allowed on the beach until he got back from god knows where, which actually sucked because a swim and surf would make me feel so much better right now.

All in all, it was turning out to be a bit shit. Everything left to pack was packed and with nothing better to do and no Archer to entertain I headed up for a soak and pamper in the bath, before laying down for a little nap.

I must have dozed off for a bit because the bedroom was filled with darkness instead of sunlight, I heard the faint sound of Big Daddy Kane wafting up from the kitchen, indicating at least one of the people I loved had returned home to me, the bedroom door opened and I pretended to still be asleep as Marshall crept in rapping quietly along with the song in the kitchen, he makes my heart shudder in my chest, I could have him right now if I played my cards right and let’s face it, just telling him I wanted to fuck would get me what I wanted I mused to myself but I didn’t, I played dead while he shuffled about, placing something beside me on his side of the bed before leaning over and kissing my forehead gently. He left me alone again.

The conversation with Sarah at the hospital had reared its ugly head in my silly mind once more, what if he didn’t remember asking me to marry him? I know his past demons sometimes made him a little forgetful but this was important! Or even worse what if he did remember and had changed his mind? What if he’d changed his mind about us living together? Pains in my chest caused me to sit up clutching at my heart, he had, he had changed his mind, I just knew this would happen. The panic attack made me suck in lungfuls of air quickly, I started to sweat.

“You don’t have a ring yet Jaime, until you do there’s no proof he actually asked you” my brain screams at me and that flips the switch.
I don’t need a fucking ring, I don’t even need to be married to him, I was content just to be with him and Archer. I needed to chill the fuck out over this ring business, if he’d wanted to leave, he could have done that by now. My breathing started to return to normal and my heart rate slowed as I talked myself down. My doubts about him were more to do with the fact I was about to leave the place I’d called home for over two years now.

Getting up and walking to the bathroom in the dark, I splash cold water on my face before remembering him placing something so quietly on the bed beside me, I walk back in quickly and turn on the lights, there was a white box with black lace tied around it instead of ribbon, picking it up and turning it around I saw it was from Victoria’s secret and blushed, a note had fallen off of the box as I’d picked it up and opening it just said ‘wear this, come down to the kitchen’
Inside was a beautiful black bikini not functional at all because it had lace all over it but it was stunning and sexy and underneath as I pulled it out was the most gorgeous black, lace cover up. I had to double check it all that it wasn’t actually lingerie he wanted me to parade around in but no it was swimwear.
This wasn’t the kind of outfit you swanned around in by the pool with kids and other people around either, it was a ‘for my eyes only’ type of outfit. I think this outfit would be illegal on a beach in daylight hours. I laughed thinking about where his mind went to when he was in the shop choosing this beautiful cover up and bikini.