CHAPTER 28
Our photo shoot is done on Monday morning and by Monday evening we’ve been taken by helicopter from our home, to a private jet waiting for us at City Airport in London, then on to Faro Airport in Portugal, from there we were picked up by a town car and Sean drives us to my parents villa, in Albufeira. We spend an entire week doing very little except sleep, swim, eat and have lots and lots of sex, which still isn’t enough to sate my pregnant, hormonally charged libido. Sean is overjoyed with the fact that I can’t get enough of him, he may be one of the biggest stars on the planet, but we’ve known each other for almost twenty years and have had about fifteen years of sexual experiences together so even for us, things sometimes get a little normal, everyday. Just because you’re rich and famous, doesn’t mean that your sex life is always super exciting every time. We’re no different to any other couple that have been together for a lot of years, but right now, despite the years together, things are hotter than ever and being alone at my parent’s place and away from the worries of what the papers and magazines might be saying about us, things are definitely on fire.
Just over a week after we arrive, we are up and taking a walk along the beach at seven in the morning, it’s June and the sun is getting stronger every day that we are here so we’ve been waking early, making beautiful wake up love, taking a quick shower and then having a walk on the beach before heading back for breakfast and more lovemaking.
Today is a little cloudier and I shiver as a wave from the Atlantic Ocean washes over my feet. Sean puts his arm around me and pulls me into his side as we walk; I wrap my arm around the back of his waist and grin up at him.
“What?” he asks.
“Will ya be my boyfriend Maca?” He smiles my favourite cheeky smile, the one that I have known for so long, my smile, the one he has smiled at me with for over half of our lives.
“Hmm that depends Georgia Rae.”
“On what?” I stop walking and fold my arms across my chest. I’m wearing a t-shirt with the Carnage logo on it, a red heart shaped iris, with a black pupil, crying blood red tears that are collecting underneath in a pool. Sean, Lennon and Marley came up with the design one wet and rainy afternoon in our summerhouse and it was almost as well-known an image across the world now as the golden arched M of MacDonald’s. I’d worn this t-shirt as it was Sean’s and loose on me, my boobs were getting bigger every day and I needed to leave the top button on my denim shorts undone the last few days as they were also getting too tight.
I looked at Sean with raised eyebrows, waiting for an answer to my question. I started to tap my foot. “I’ll be your boyfriend G but only if you show me your tits.”
I laughed at him, looked up and down the deserted beach to make sure no one was watching and lifted my t-shirt, I wasn’t wearing a bra so he got to see them in all their naked glory and I just loved the look on his face as he took them in. “F*ck Georgia, they’re getting bigger every day, our boys gonna be one well fed baby.”
He pulls me toward him and tilts his head down and sucks on my right nipple, he drops down to his knees and kisses my belly as he holds onto my hips. “Now listen here little man, your mother has a great pair of tits and I know that’s all you’ll see when you look at them is food, but you will still need to share. I’ll make sure that they’re all yours at meal times, but the rest of the time, those girls are mine, you got me?”
He nods his head, as if he’s actually heard a reply. “Good.”
I push his long dark hair from his face and look down into his brown eyes with their little flecks of gold.
“What are you doing?’
“I’m just having a little father son convo with my boy.”
“Well can you please not discuss my boobs with him, talk to him about music, football or someone else’s boobs, not mine.” His grin gets bigger.
“Well son, it’s like this, your auntie Sam has a massive rack and she used to get them out for a living but uncle Bails put a stop to all that.”
“Sean!” I shrieked. “You cannot tell our child things like that and why are you looking at Sam’s rack anyway?”
He laughs as he stands up, catching me around my waist and lifting my feet off the sand; I wrap my legs around his hips. “I’m just joking, Sam’s tits are fake and horrible, and yours are real and perfect.”
We look into each other’s eyes for a few long moments and despite our lovemaking just an hour or so ago, I can feel my insides coil and tighten with desire for him.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you more, let’s get back and get naked baby, I’ve got a massive hard on again.” I slide down his body until my feet touch the sand. We walk back along the beach to the villa, stopping at a little bakery along the way to buy fresh bread.
Later that afternoon as I lay in the shade reading a book. Sean’s mobile rings, he’s lying on a lounger next to me but he’s in the full glare of the sun, which finally broke through the clouds a couple of hours ago. We have only been taking calls from our family since we’ve been here and Sean mouths, “Len,” to me as he answers with, “Alright mate, what’s up?”
The smile almost instantly vanishes from his face. “What?” He stands and takes my hand, pulling me up and with him as he walks inside. “For f*ck’s sake, yeah, that was this morning.”
His eyes look over me; I’m wearing bikini bottoms and nothing else. “Can we threaten them with anything?” He rakes his hand through his hair as I watch and assume this is another press related issue. “Yeah, yeah, I understand.” He walks over to the patio doors and pulls them shut and closes the blinds. “Well if they know we’re here, we might as well come home.” He looks back at me again. “No, we can be ready in a coupla hours, see what you can do and let me know.” I don’t wait to hear the rest, I head to our bedroom and start packing, we didn’t bring much, we already have a supply of clothes and our favourite toiletries here left over from previous visits. As I throw stuff into my Louis Vuitton luggage I can feel Sean’s eyes on me, he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck, just below my ear, sending goose pimples down my body.
“Will you always do that when I kiss you there dya think?” I turn my head and smile at him.
“As long as my heart is beating, I will react to you.” He grinds his hips into my arse.
“You’ve made me hard,” he says into my ear and my nipples feel like they are going to explode.
“And you’ve made me wet, but stop avoiding the issue, what’s wrong, why are we going?”
He sighs and pulls me down into his lap as he sits on the bed. “Someone took photos of us on the beach this morning”
“What, how, that beach was deserted?”
“I don’t know, those lenses they use can zoom in from miles away, they could’ve been anywhere.” Well if one photographer has taken shots of us, that means there will be plenty more turning up trying to get the same thing. I’m glad we’re going home.
“Oh well, it’s been a nice unexpected break and at least they didn’t get pictures of us fighting this time.” I smile and kiss his nose as I speak.
“No, they got pictures of me sucking your tits and kissing your belly instead.”
“Oh, f*ck.”
“Yeah, oh f*ck, Len said you can’t see your tits in the pictures but that’s not the point and now the pregnancy stories are doing the rounds because of me kissing your belly.” I smile at him.
“Well at least they know you love me and not Marley now.” He laughs and raises his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I s’pose.” He’s quiet for a few seconds as he traces random patterns over my bare back.
“I’m sorry G, its f*cking ridiculous. Why can’t they f*ck off and pick on someone else? Why can’t the Beckhams be a bit more interesting so they leave us alone?”
“Don’t say that, I wouldn’t wish this shit on anyone.”
“I’m getting worried now, how will they be when the baby comes, I feel like going back to Australia, leaving all of this bollocks behind, I’m over it G, I’m really f*cking over it.”
“Sean, it will be someone else’s turn in a couple of weeks, I know they are being a pain in the arse right now, but you can’t let them make you walk away from everything. You can’t give up your music or the band; you would hate it and eventually hate me and our baby for being the cause.”
“Don’t talk shit, I’d do anything for you and the baby, I want you safe G, I want you and the baby safe and I will do anything, give up the band if that’s what it’s gonna take.”
“We’ll take on extra security and see how we go, let’s not make any decisions until after the baby’s here, I love you, stop worrying.”
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The photographs of us on the beach actually do us a massive favour, they’re really quite beautiful and show nothing but a couple in love and enjoying each other, they put paid to the ridiculous rumours about Sean’s sexuality. They show Whorely up for the complete liar that she is and have hopefully convinced the press of what a complete bullshit artist she is and they will now actually leave us alone and move on, looking for their next victim.
The Monday after we arrive home, we are back at Richard Curtis’s office for my twelve week ultrasound and we have been told that as long as the baby is lying in the right position, we might be able to find out the sex.
Sean has a tight clammy grip of my hand as the room fills with the now familiar whoosh of our baby’s heartbeat, all of my other checks were fine, my blood pressure is perfect, nothing unusual was detected in my urine sample and my bloods have all come back fine. Despite this, we are both as nervous as hell as we look from each other to the screen. It’s amazing the difference a few weeks make, we can now clearly see the baby’s spine and arms and legs, the doctor calls out information to the nurse and she types everything into the computer, I stare, amazed that all of this is going on inside of my belly and as yet I haven’t felt a thing.
“Look at his arms move about G, dya reckon he’s gonna be a drummer?” I smile at Sean.
“Shit I hope not, listening to you practise guitar in the early days was hard enough, let alone listening to an aspiring drummer.”
“Cheers babe and there was me thinking that one of the reasons you loved me back then was because of my amazing guitar skills.”
“No, I loved you because I couldn’t not, I loved you because it was what I was put on this earth to do.” I look away from the screen and back to Sean, his eyes are full to the brim with tears, he brings my hand to his lips and kisses my palm gently, I realise the room is silent, Richard Curtis and his nurse Moira are both staring at us.
“Well,” Professor Curtis breaks the silence. “Your baby has decided to cooperate, we don’t usually tell parents the sex until the sixteen week scan because we can’t really be sure until then but looking at these images, I’m pretty confident that you have a son on the way, congratulations.” I burst into tears.
“A son G, we’re having a boy.” I nod and smile through my tears. “Thank you, thank you so much,” Sean says through his own tears.
The doctor and nurse leave us alone for five minutes while we pull ourselves together, eventually returning to tell us that everything is perfect. We make an appointment to return in four weeks and head home to share our news with our family. Sean actually doesn’t wait until we get home, he’s on the phone to Marley as soon as we are out of the building, then Lennon, then he insists we call into my parents on the way home, where him and my Dad share almost the entire contents of an eighteen year old bottle of Laphroaig whiskey and from where I end up driving us home and putting a very drunk, but ecstatically happy Sean to bed.