A Beautiful Forever

chapter 33

Paige

He’s waiting for me when I walk out of the salon, standing up against the wall with a stormy look on his face. I don’t say anything to

him, I just stand in front of him, then incline my head to tell him to come with me.

He walks beside me with his hands in his pockets and his brows tightly knit together. As we get into my car, we still haven’t spoken

and continue on that way until we arrive at my flat. I let us in through the front door and hang my bag and keys up by the door, before

leading the way to the living area where he pauses, looking around quietly.

I move about the kitchen preparing some tea and sandwiches. I don’t drink coffee at the moment, and since it’s usually only me or

my mother and Daniel, tea is all I have.

When I walk out holding the tray, he looks up at me, a framed photo of he and I together in his hand.

“Is it strange that I have them up?” I ask him as he places the frame back on the bookcase and moves quickly to take the tray from

my hands.

Shaking his head he says, “You should have seen the wall in my bedroom while I was home. I had this whole collage thing going on.”

Giving me a sad smile, he carries the tray over to the coffee table in front of the couch and sets it down.

He clears his throat, “This is all very English of you,” he points out, as we sit next to each other on the couch. I laugh a little through

my nose and take a sip of tea, enjoying the warmth of the liquid as it slides down my throat. I don’t know what to say, I finally have

him here with me, and I’m really not sure how to act. I want everything to be exactly how it was before. I want to touch him, kiss him,

be with him. But instead I’m sitting here, sipping tea.

“When were you going to tell me Paige?”

I place my mug back on the tray and turn towards him, meeting his eyes. “Soon, Elliot, I was going to tell you soon.”

“How soon? Tomorrow? When the baby was born? When it was 20 and came looking for me? When?”

“Elliot, I understand that you’re upset with me, I haven’t handled things very well between us at all. But please understand that I didn’t

want you to feel obligated to come back to me. If you were going to do it - I wanted you to do it on your own. I was going to tell you

very soon, I was just… waiting, I guess.”

“So you were testing me?” he asks.

“No… I don’t know. I just needed to know that you weren’t with me solely for the sake of the baby, I needed to know that if you came

back it was because it was me you wanted. I didn’t want to trap you.”

“Why wouldn’t you at least talk to me? You’ve shut me out for months Paige.”

“I wanted to Elliot. I wanted to talk to you; I even went to see you at the airport before you left – but I was too late. After that, I spoke to

you once, but you were drunk – do you remember that? You yelled at me, told me that you were coming back, and that I had to deal

with it, then you hung up on me.”

He frowned, looking slightly confused, “I don’t remember that part,” he says, “I remember calling you. I remember you saying you

loved me, but I don’t remember what happened after that. I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“No Elliot, I deserved to be yelled at, but after that, I thought that I should give you time away from me, to sort out how you really feel.

When we’re together, for me - it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t even exist, I can ignore all the shit in my life – pretend it’s not even

there, and it’s wonderful.” I rub my hands over my face, “God, I’m not explaining myself very well – I… I didn’t contact you because

you’re all I can think about, and I needed to deal with my own crap for a little while… I’m sorry… I’m just really sorry it’s all played out

like this.”

“Paige. I want to make something very clear right now – I love you, I came back for you. I haven’t been able to think of anyone but

you; do you understand that?”

“Elliot I – “

“Don’t, I’m not finished Paige. I need you to understand that I am with you no matter what. I need you to stop making decisions for

me. I need you to let me in- to trust me. I have chosen you Paige, you – and nothing is going to change my mind. The fact that we

have made a baby together blows my mind. I am angry with you because if you had trusted me in the first place, we would have

gone through this entire pregnancy together, but as it is, I have already missed, what? Half of it? That’s so unfair Paige, I get that you

needed time to get your head right – but this is our baby we’re talking about here.”

“I’m sorry Elliot! I’m so, so sorry. I know now that I should have trusted you, I should have told you the truth, I should have told you

everything about me long before it was time for you to leave. But I was so scared that once you found out about Phoenix that you

wouldn’t love me anymore, I didn’t think anyone could ever love me after everything I’ve done. I was selfish, and I just wanted as

much time with you as I could get before I told you the truth. I thought it would chase you away. I thought you’d hate me for what I was.”

“Do you know what I hate Paige? I hate that you got put in the situation where all of those things happened to you. I hate that your

parents didn’t fight for you. I hate that you have had to deal with everything on your own, and I hate that you thought no one could love

you because of it.”

“I know I’ve hurt you, and I feel like I’ve ruined everything for us Elliot. Can you ever forgive me?”





Elliot


She’s sitting next to me, pleading with me to forgive her and the fact of the matter is, I would forgive her anything. I really do love her

that much. I reach over and tenderly touch the swell of her stomach, noticing how she closes her eyes, likes she’s been longing for

me to touch her for longer than I’ve even wanted to.

“I came back for you,” I say again as I gently brush my fingertips over her cheek and lean in to kiss her. The moment our lips meet, I’

m overwhelmed with need and longing as I pull her closer to me until she's in my lap, straddling me.

It’s like all the time apart from each other just falls away as our mouths move zealously together, and I’m right back where I was. I

need this woman. I need her like I need air to breathe, and I’ll be damned if I ever let her go again.

I stand up, carrying her with her legs wrapped around my middle. “Bedroom,” I say breathless between kisses. She points to a door

next to the kitchen, and I carry her in there, kissing her all the way. I don’t want to lose the connection our bodies have right now.

She lowers her legs once I cross the threshold of her room and starts to slide my shirt up, urging me to take it off. I comply and lift if

over my head, dropping it on the floor where we stand. Running her hands over my torso, she plants soft kisses over my pecs and

along my jaw.

I reach up and pull the clip from her hair, my chest constricting as I watch it fall around her shoulders in a mass of twisted curls.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe before I crash my mouth into hers, devouring her, breathing her in. I slide her cardigan down her

arms until it drops at her feet and then lift her singlet. She raises her arms as I slide it up her body, delighting in the feel of her skin as

my hands brush her body, and fling it over my shoulder.





Paige


His eyes travel over my torso and land on my swollen breasts. “Whoa,” he says, reaching around me to unhook my bra with deft

fingers. I let it slide down my arms to the floor and watch Elliot’s face as he takes in my changed body.

Starting at my waist, he slides his hands gently over each breast, kissing me lightly as he travels down my body, dropping to his

knees. With feather light fingers he touches the swell of my belly and peppers my bump with kisses.

My heart aches with the love I have for this man, I marvel that the fates saw fit to bring him to me – I never, not even for a moment

thought I would ever have this, but here it is right in front of me, hooking his fingers into the waist of my pants as he slides them down

my legs and guides me, so I’m lying on the bed in front of him.

Dipping his head down, he flicks his tongue over my *, causing me to gasp out. His eyes meet mine for a moment as he moans

and dives his mouth between my legs, sucking and swirling his tongue around my *, filling my body with a flood of orgasmic

energy. I’m already on the edge when his fingers enter me, the sensations of his fingers sliding over my tender flesh cause me to

burst, my body automatically thrusts my hips around his mouth, and I clutch at his hair, gripping tighter than I should as I yell out, over

and over.

He stills his movement and I slowly release the grip of my thighs and hands, so he can sit up. He wipes at his mouth and kisses his

way back up my body, swirling his tongue around my nipples when he reaches my breasts, all I have the energy to produce are

short, shallow gasps as he touches and teases me.

Kissing at my neck he asks in a whisper, “Are you still allowed to…move on?”

“What? Oh – the baby; yes!… yes, keep going, please keep going,” I beg, desperately wanting him inside me.





Elliot


Getting the go ahead, I stand up and take my wallet out of my jeans before removing them as I take out a condom. Paige is lying on

the bed positioned, and waiting, watching me as I move. “What’s the point?” she says when she spots the condom.

I raise my eyebrows and flick the foil package aside as I realise it’s not needed, before I climb on top of her, kissing her as I enter

her warm, wet body. It feels amazing as she envelops me, and I start to move inside her. I have missed her so much, and I don’t

have the restraint in me after three months to hold on much longer, I want this to last, but it’s too good.

“Oh god Elliot! It’s too good!” she calls out as she’s wracked with another orgasm, her clenching insides milking me of mine as I

pulse inside her, moving slowly to drag out every glorious feeling of being back inside her. I sit back, still inside her and run my

fingers down her body and over the bump that holds our baby.

“So when do you think we made this? At the bed and breakfast?” I ask.

“No, it would have been that first time we were together, when we got carried away and forgot the condom, remember?”

“I remember,” I whisper, meeting her eyes. She’s smiling at me with trembling lips as tears tumble from her eyes. I reach back and

grab the towel she has hanging over the end of her bed and place it between her legs as I withdraw so I can lay next to her and take

her in my arms.

“I’m so sorry, Elliot. I'm so sorry for everything I put you through,” she cries as I hug her to my chest.

A tear escapes my own eye and slides toward my ear as I hold her. “Don’t be sorry Paige, just don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t Elliot. I promise I won’t.”